This is a song about "Old tom"

This old bastard will kill me?

To them it's just a story

Like an old paper plate

Talk sharp like a razor blade

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Still moving forward like a 2 year old

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Somebody sue me, like tom cruise in that movie/

Free of all old dragging tension;

Hope ya'll ain't have no protection

I say that the pool is closed

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

This irritation of life that's getting real old

When the rhyme itself starts getting old

We forever be real, we'll never fold