This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Before you turn too cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Ive got no license to kill

Like a male version of lauryn hill

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

My uncle doing life, inside prison he wasn't wrapped too tight

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Took something rough and turn it to a diamond

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Trying to catch me riding dirty

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still