This is a song about "Canned peaches"

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

Like loving your job and what you do there and one day just getting canned.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Wicked roots up under me, it was mean, no peaches, cream,

See these little niggas rappin' to rap, man i just happen to rap

Pictures of hot babes on the shelves, discretely canned his mother's crap

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

All my niggas get together to gather loot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.