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

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

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

It used to get to me, to the old me

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

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen