This is a song about "Peaches"

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

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

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

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

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

Through the years tryin to stack a little green