This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Hand to hand in the cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Car with no limit what

You're our own flesh and blood/

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

For real, a nigga ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

That's aids to the ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think