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

Niggas awful at dressing, they just a'ight at music

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Turn a good vagina into a typhoon

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

It used to get to me, to the old me

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale