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

They blowing up my phone

In my house i'm all alone

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

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'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house