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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Let's face it, i can’t replace

I shot my dad in the face

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut