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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

In 2 to 6 hours

Grow it in my red house

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

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Left brain, super 3, creator ace

I shot my dad in the face