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

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

I shot my dad in the face

See money talk and these days

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Now she wanna talk and chop it up like a blender

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

Frequently hated, either that or misunderstood

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

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

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,