This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

I know you're mad, but so what

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

I don't really give a fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Till we will, fucking kill!

Uhh, and i'm ill

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

I say that the pool is closed

Hand to hand in the cold