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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

In my house i'm all alone

So don't follow me home

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Young fly nigga, getting cash motherfucker

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

I.e. i get sick, white tee, i be kicks

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

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

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Remember when i used to eat sardines for dinner

While i fill you up with semen from the wolf gang team and

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