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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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