This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

As i light one for ill will

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

Skipping class and growing cold

The truth shall be told

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

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes