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

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

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

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

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

It used to get to me, to the old me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free