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

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

She sung songs off the marvin gaye whats going on album

Let me say this the realest bitch in the room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

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

The way a nigga see it you little niggas is curious

Your home girl you went to school with? that's cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

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

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

When i used to play outside with my brother in september