This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

For real, a nigga ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Full up to fuck with blood,

Say what you wanna but

I know you're mad, but so what

You're our own flesh and blood/

Or any type of suitable living condition listen

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

On they car note to go to the club

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Rhymes flow through me like blood

And bijies like im out and

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love