This is a song about "Old money"

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

After every show, a dream she hold

You was to young a 18 year old

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

But conflicts they keep on growing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

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

You see when i was 19 years old

But for long time i had gone cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

These faces and places are growing old,