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

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Champagne, foreign names in my pool

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

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

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Used all my money to buy a big house

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

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