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

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

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

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

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

All my new bitches seem to get old real quick

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

We living good all of us, we winning, that's obvious

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

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

Your bitch got the tendency to run and check the mail

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

I used to eat more than my actual hunger