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

Man this life is but a dream

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

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

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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

And her smile lit up the room

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

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

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

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom