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

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

In my house i'm all alone

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Slow and steady wins this race

I shot my dad in the face

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

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

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Used all my money to buy a big house

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen