This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Hand to hand in the cold

Is a space that now you hold

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

But,my raps scar and kill,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

All this paper i fold

Before you turn too cold

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

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

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold