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

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

But the plan is to show you that i understand

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

On trial for possession of some chronic

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

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

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

My bitch got the tendency to put it on the scale

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

To livin in a house with food my stomach

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup