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

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

On my way back home

In my house i'm all alone

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house

I understand, i'm back by popular demand

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

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate