This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

I don't really give a fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

Graveyards filling up with street blood

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Is a space that now you hold

Skipping class and growing cold

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Well, um, there's a but