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

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

62 dreams, roll a date with some lean

Grow it in my red house

Heystop running your mouth