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

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

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

An old woman came by, holding a duck in her left hand

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

In 2 to 6 hours

Grow it in my red house

I shot my dad in the face

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

I'm going hard for the days i was piss poor