This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

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

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

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Ive got no license to kill

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes