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

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

I shot my dad in the face

And i got them gold bottles, first place

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

In my house i'm all alone

Mami told me son, hold your own

America will find a way to eliminate the problem

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

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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put