This is a song about "Old ladys"

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

These faces and places are growing old,

Since i was a day old,

All this paper i fold

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

Women front, they get its cold

Shes only 17 years old

Now the old me is back

You got reason to brag

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

But conflicts they keep on growing

We forever be real, we'll never fold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

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

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that