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

In my house i'm all alone

Blackberry and t phone

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm tryin' pimp em i'm trying to be that cool

You, you and you're saying "shit, i been had that

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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

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

If its not couture, i will not go to her

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck