This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Ive got no license to kill

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

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

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

I'm gon remember her, but still

But,my raps scar and kill,

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

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

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and