This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Before you turn too cold

Is a space that now you hold

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Well, um, there's a but

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hand to hand in the cold