This is a song about "Getting old"

The simple things in life were getting pretty old

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

So before i go, you should harvest food

You're better off getting sued or getting nude

You see when i was 19 years old

Is a space that now you hold

Since i was a day old,

Where i from, it get cold

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

It's my new old shit against your old new shit

Enemies getting closer.

Took the van, went snatch her

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold