This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

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

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

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Till we will, fucking kill!

You're our own flesh and blood/

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Ive got no license to kill