This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

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

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Is a space that now you hold

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

I know you're mad, but so what

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Graveyards filling up with street blood

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit