This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

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

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

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Rhymes flow through me like blood