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

Shit with our whole family

It used to get to me, to the old me

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse

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

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

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

I'm a fucking unicorn, and fuck anybody who say i'm not. wolf gang

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

To livin in a house with food my stomach