This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

You're our own flesh and blood/

Money i make em buck

Rhymes flow through me like blood

And maybe i am but

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Car with no limit what

Before you turn too cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill