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

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

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

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

Looking for them better days

I shot my dad in the face

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

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Im eating 4 course meals when i used to eat half a pinto bean,

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

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

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

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