This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Thats spits lyrics so cold

All this paper i fold

I don't really give a fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Full up to fuck with blood,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club