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

In my house i'm all alone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home

Strapped up, know i keep that tool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

It used to get to me, to the old me

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Thats why we're always goin and we don't gotta go with them

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