This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill

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

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Skipping class and growing cold

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

That shit was wack as fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

But,my raps scar and kill,

Lady at the frank stand will