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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

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

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

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

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

And come to find out my dad was in a different state

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

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

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

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love