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

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Shout outs to them taylors and them jets fool

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/