This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Lady at the frank stand will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Thats spits lyrics so cold

I mean of course just the same old

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Till we will, fucking kill!

For real, a nigga ill

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

But,my raps scar and kill,

Uhh, and i'm ill