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

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

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I used to eat more than my actual hunger

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

To livin in a house with food my stomach

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

And one day you'll get my all, it's insha'allah.. wale

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Said my dad will molest me/ and when i'm old enough he'll put