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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

It used to get to me, to the old me

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

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

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse

In my house i'm all alone

Soon as i come home