This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Hand to hand in the cold

The truth shall be told

Say what you wanna but

Rhymes flow through me like blood

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

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

Weight on my chest like i body build

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Skipping class and growing cold

Before you turn too cold

I mean of course just the same old

Some niggas ain't got no luck

You're our own flesh and blood/

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

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,