This is a song about "Old finnish people"

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

But for long time i had gone cold

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

Then those bitches who grew old.

Women front, they get its cold

Not a fake person, that's the sims man

Sixteen years old with a old thang

You see when i was 19 years old

And i drop top off in a hot cold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

He started cursing everyone, people he don't know both young and old

These faces and places are growing old,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold