This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And bijies like im out and

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Hand to hand in the cold

For real, a nigga ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed