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

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

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

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

Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

So i parked in a tow-away zone

In my house i'm all alone

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Used all my money to buy a big house

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house