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

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

It used to get to me, to the old me

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids