This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Ive got no license to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen

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

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old