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

Be financially stable or busting tables for paper

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

But i know i see better days

I shot my dad in the face

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Grow it in my red house

Start beef bigger then your spouse

I told myself that i would play it cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Nigga, this nigga's forehead is so fuckin' big

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

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