This is a song about "Old dayz"

It's a fools fatewithout your word

Like i'm a moldy old herb

Energized and still going

This old routine can never win

Shes only 17 years old

Hand to hand in the cold

You was to young a 18 year old

But for long time i had gone cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Of opponents, witness what i'm showing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

This irritation of life that's getting real old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold