This is a song about "Peaches"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

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

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was