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

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

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

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

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

And i could see you coming home after work late

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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