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

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

On trial for possession of some chronic

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Used all my money to buy a big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

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'm the head coach of the team

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Grow it in my red house

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Dump his dead body outta my pick up truck