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

Seen blood, sweat and tears like a locker room

But it's my dad singing to the tune,

When i was 8 i used to only eat the broccoli

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Grow it in my red house

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

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

One tryin to take note, the next man, feelin my heat like a house in beckham.

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

In my house i'm all alone

Know i just call it head phone

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son