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

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

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

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

People don't condone what they've never seen

I'm playing cody, smoking stogies, make the rhythm better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

But most niggas love nothin' so i made this tape

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

We ain't hear to hurt nobody

It used to get to me, to the old me

My flow ceaseless dough needless but still save it like its peaches/

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

Heystop running your mouth

Grow it in my red house