This is a song about "Peaches"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

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

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream