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

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

Grow it in my red house

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

I shot my dad in the face

Looking for them better days