This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Well, um, there's a but

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

I get money then i’m gone that’s a hard pill to swallow

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

On they car note to go to the club

You're our own flesh and blood/

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill