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

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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