This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

I say that the pool is closed

Skipping class and growing cold

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

And if you had more street cred then you'd be dead

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

But,my raps scar and kill,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

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

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Rhymes flow through me like blood

I love you though i'll still fuck