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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

To livin in a house with food my stomach

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

But if she ain't gonna smoke it ain't gon' happen

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

It used to get to me, to the old me

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips