This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Ive got no license to kill

As i light one for ill will

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

But,my raps scar and kill,

Uhh, and i'm ill

I say that the pool is closed

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Before you turn too cold

Is a space that now you hold