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

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

This excrement means excellent rap, i make a lesser adapt

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

I won't retire ever, nigga i'm forever clever

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

It used to get to me, to the old me

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

And her smile lit up the room

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I'm seeing things that's being mean making me sick