This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

For real, a nigga ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

As i light one for ill will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Is a space that now you hold

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

My slight fo's just talk dirty

I'm cold on the cold turkey

And do it, for security, we gon’ make a pit a flow

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

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm gon remember her, but still

Ive got no license to kill