This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Uhh, and i'm ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

You're our own flesh and blood/

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

I’m tryna be low key

I'm cold on the cold turkey