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

It used to get to me, to the old me

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

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

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My momma in tears as i moved to my grandmothers house,

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse