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

It used to get to me, to the old me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

In my house i'm all alone

Put my number in your phone

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

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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