This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

That's aids to the ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

While i'm making history

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

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

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Uh ha, you know what

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,