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

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

They giving niggas letters here and they ain't sending mail

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

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

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

But i know i see better days

I shot my dad in the face