This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

I say that the pool is closed

Skipping class and growing cold

You're our own flesh and blood/

She was the queen of the club

Lady at the frank stand will

Till we will, fucking kill!

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

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