This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

I'm gon remember her, but still

But,my raps scar and kill,

She was the queen of the club

You're our own flesh and blood/

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

As i read every word that you write, i can only imagine

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

As i light one for ill will

Till we will, fucking kill!