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

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

This is no trial, this a closed case

I shot my dad in the face

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

Used all my money to buy a big house

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Used to bump the old school shit, you know the classics,

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things