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

My fucking cousin's bumming out drugging out heading to the big house

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

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

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

Driving my car to a foreign place

I shot my dad in the face

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

I got a thousand bitches, i'm not too good with vows

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

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