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

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

In my house i'm all alone

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

I shot my dad in the face

You're that secret place

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

I'm chicken stripping off your lil blouse

Used all my money to buy a big house