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

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

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

I'll let out a couple sighs, tell them exhale

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

It used to get to me, to the old me

This is like riding through the city

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Used all my money to buy a big house

I deserve a touch of sky been climbing from the bottom

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

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

I shot my dad in the face

Say you through will all my foul ways

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

You always was a black queen, mamai finally understand