This is a song about "Peaches"

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

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

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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