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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Then you look like a fucking fool

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

I ain't just rapping, i can make it happen

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse