This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Ive got no license to kill

As i light one for ill will

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

But,my raps scar and kill,

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

I'm cold on the cold turkey

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

Graveyards filling up with street blood

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

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

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck