This is a song about "Peaches"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

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

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green