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

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

That racks on racks so motherfucking fool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

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,

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

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