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

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

It used to get to me, to the old me

Baby, you got that super bass

I shot my dad in the face

But she forgot about the golden rule

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

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.

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

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

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean