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.

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

I'm the head coach of the team

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Lifestyles of the kid who never had shit

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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach