This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Skipping class and growing cold

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

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

Ive got no license to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill