This is a song about "Peaches"

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

Just before they seen my money in the green

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

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

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

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim