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

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

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

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

I shot my dad in the face

But she took it in his place

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

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

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,