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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

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

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

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

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one