This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Love will have you stuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Without your love it's cold as fuck