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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

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

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

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

Grow it in my red house

From the projects to the penthouse

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

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait