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

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

Left my uncle in prison for 15 years no one paid

To livin in a house with food my stomach

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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