This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

But,my raps scar and kill,

As i light one for ill will

With such an ugly picture in it and

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

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

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

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

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill