This is a song about "Old otis"

Young, handsome and focused

I spit like an old sink

Then those bitches who grew old.

But for long time i had gone cold

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Now the old me is back

Sneak up on attack

You was to young a 18 year old

Hand to hand in the cold

This irritation of life that's getting real old

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

And if i everest, i won't die old/

After every show, a dream she hold

All this paper i fold

Since i was a day old,