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

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

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

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

It used to get to me, to the old me

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

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

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

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