This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

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

Skipping class and growing cold

I mean of course just the same old

Till we will, fucking kill!

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

The truth shall be told

Hand to hand in the cold

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck