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

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

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Give players plenty space

I shot my dad in the face

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

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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