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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

So there i am... an ounce inside my house im blazin'

I shot my dad in the face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

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

And every nigga that i hung with just use me for bail

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Used all my money to buy a big house

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

Before i leave home

In my house i'm all alone

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

It used to get to me, to the old me