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

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Who made a situation from what you see it's a problem

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

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Used all my money to buy a big house

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

And all that deep shit i was previously down for