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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

In my house i'm all alone

Baby im in the zone

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

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

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

In 2 to 6 hours

Grow it in my red house