This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Ive got no license to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

I know you're mad, but so what

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I'm stunting, got em sick to their stomach

As i light one for ill will

Till we will, fucking kill!