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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

To livin in a house with food my stomach

People don't condone what they've never seen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

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

In my house i'm all alone

So beat me to the bone

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I told myself that i would play it cool