This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

You're our own flesh and blood/

I said i don’t give a fuck

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

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

Full up to fuck with blood,

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I say that the pool is closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold