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

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

Won't run out anytime soon

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

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

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

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

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

It used to get to me, to the old me

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

Playin with fire is a danger zone

In my house i'm all alone

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

To livin in a house with food my stomach