This is a song about "Peaches"

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

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Just before they seen my money in the green