This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Rhymes flow through me like blood

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

I'm gon remember her, but still

But,my raps scar and kill,

I’m tryna be low key

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Say what you wanna but