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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows

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

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

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

The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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