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

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

We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail

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,

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

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

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

For petty sake not even heavyweight, it's never good

From the projects to the penthouse

Grow it in my red house

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Caged, and the wonder is seen