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

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

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

Give players plenty space

I shot my dad in the face

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Caged, and the wonder is seen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love