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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

To livin in a house with food my stomach

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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

It used to get to me, to the old me