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

20 racks really thats sneaker money

It used to get to me, to the old me

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

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

Hard to move on when you always regret one

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Down in miami, with a super ho team