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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Sorry i'm so demanding, sick of dancing back to mansion and

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

It used to get to me, to the old me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Away to slumber in my house so i could paint 'em and sell 'em,

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

You gotta pay homage in order to get paid

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