This is a song about "Canned peaches"

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

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

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

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

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

That’s like a complacent atheist is asking for jesus

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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