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

But she took it in his place

I shot my dad in the face

Grow it in my red house

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

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

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Caged, and the wonder is seen