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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

It used to get to me, to the old me

Look, i'm still talking to you baby

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

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

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

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

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

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

That would be cool, if she was your lover

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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