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

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

This nigga jasper trying to get grown

In my house i'm all alone

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

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

Maybe cuz her dad used to be mean

Then keep your change like an oink machine

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

Listen deeper than the music before you put it in a box, wolf gang

I shot my dad in the face

And pray for better days

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

My garage full of cars that bounce

Grow it in my red house