This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Before you turn too cold

All this paper i fold

Ive got no license to kill

For real, a nigga ill

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

She said i'm ready to fuck

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Rhymes flow through me like blood

I know you're mad, but so what

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I mean of course just the same old

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will