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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

It used to get to me, to the old me

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

And i could see you coming home after work late

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Grow it in my red house

Yo we get the dank and bounce