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

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

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

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

It's kinda fresh you listen to more than wale

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