This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Is a space that now you hold

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Ive got no license to kill

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skipping class and growing cold

All this paper i fold

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Before you turn too cold