This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

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

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hand to hand in the cold

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Ive got no license to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Is a space that now you hold

Before you turn too cold

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red