This is a song about "Old rap"

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Bring it back to the old days,cause rap is so gay

We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday

And i was set loose amidst a swirling tornado of emotions inside my own soul,

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

I could send my10 year old michael to your place to teach you how to rap.

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

This irritation of life that's getting real old

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

I was born to do the damn thing

Comprendo? old school titanic flowing

Is a space that now you hold

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'm purging old habits of studying these rap charts