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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

See i give you my life, to mix it up in a blender

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

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

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

I shot my dad in the face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

Lets get fucked up to the bone

In my house i'm all alone