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

Blowing head back, bottles by the zone

In my house i'm all alone

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

I shot my dad in the face

Give players plenty space

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

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

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks