This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Ive got no license to kill

I used to be the most humble until

All this paper i fold

Hand to hand in the cold

You're our own flesh and blood/

And bijies like im out and

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill