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

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

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

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

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

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

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

And even now my mind tries to delete the memories of an old age,

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

I shot my dad in the face

Baby got that super bass

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

While we gon' forget you quicker than hilary did with trevor