This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

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

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Ive got no license to kill

As i light one for ill will

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill