This is a song about "Canned peaches"

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Box logo hoodies and goodies from buddies that understand

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

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Your worthless man, just like fuckin canned food.

I useta eat top ramen with canned pork to back son

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Pound you and crush you like some cheap canned food.