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

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,

I shot my dad in the face

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

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

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love