This is a song about "Old soul"

Then those bitches who grew old.

And i drop top off in a hot cold

And don't think what you're old

Hand to hand in the cold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Let's put it on cruise control

●i dont fucking sell my soul

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

Your soul has already been sold.

But for long time i had gone cold

Just stay smartkeep your mind on your bank roll

Yeah, let it consume our soul,