This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Full up to fuck with blood,

But,my raps scar and kill,

That's aids to the ill

And bijies like im out and

You're our own flesh and blood/

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

Ive got no license to kill

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

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

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

Holla; cheech chong & folarin, only get high when my lows come often