This is a song about "An old house my dad used to eat peaches in"

Put my number in your phone

In my house i'm all alone

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

High heel wearer, hell of a body

It used to get to me, to the old me

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

But she forgot about the golden rule