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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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/

That he dont even own

In my house i'm all alone

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

Haven't talked to momma since she put my dad in jail

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

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

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand