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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Ate, boom boom, my ace boon coon

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

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Grow it in my red house

My garage full of cars that bounce

Rich, 2pac and the click, smokin' blunts, loadin' clips

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

So i parked in a tow-away zone

In my house i'm all alone

Millionaire frames, that's money on my mind, wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

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