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

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

And nowadays things changeeveryone's ashamed of the youth cause the truth look, strange

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

In my house i'm all alone

Mami told me son, hold your own

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

I'm not moving like a cartoon

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

Watch them grow and then you die? no, nigga fuck the system

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