This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Some niggas ain't got no luck

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

Full up to fuck with blood,

And maybe i am but

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

As i light one for ill will

Till we will, fucking kill!