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

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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

You left your nigga on his own

In my house i'm all alone

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool