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

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

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

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Lovin how i got you niggas crazy

It used to get to me, to the old me

I'm not moving like a cartoon

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Yeah hail mary full of grace

I shot my dad in the face

Put my number in your phone

In my house i'm all alone