This is a song about "Old soul"

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

I've murdered so many verses its getting old

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Shes only 17 years old

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Then those bitches who grew old.

What preceded was the clue

Infact soul train wouldn't hire you

Where i from, it get cold

You see when i was 19 years old

Calling any challenger i'll kill your spirt soul

The pope inside nine capsules, fuck it let's split a roll