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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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