This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

I'm cold on the cold turkey

While i'm making history

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

That's aids to the ill

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

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

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

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

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