This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

You're our own flesh and blood/

On they car note to go to the club

For real, a nigga ill

Ive got no license to kill

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

I delete they history

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Before you turn too cold

The truth shall be told

Rhymes flow through me like blood

We're young and we don't give a fuck