This is a song about "Peaches"

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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