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

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

So here i am at the store for some chips

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

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

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

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

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast