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

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Walk that body, talk that body

It used to get to me, to the old me

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

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

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

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

I shot my dad in the face