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

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

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I shot my dad in the face

But she took it in his place