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

And its simple as that baby

It used to get to me, to the old me

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

To livin in a house with food my stomach

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean