This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I'm gon remember her, but still

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Ive got no license to kill

The former, position of a pimp

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

I mean of course just the same old

Before you turn too cold