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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

I put on for my city i should ball with vick and them

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

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

Put the beaver in the mail, we can take it slow like snail

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

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

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick