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

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

I shot my dad in the face

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I'd love to see you at an all you can eat buffet

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

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

College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom

In my house i'm all alone

Gotta handle your own

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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