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

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

On trial for possession of some chronic

I shot my dad in the face

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail