This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

That shit was wack as fuck

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

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Plottin' don’t even worry

I'm cold on the cold turkey

We aint summer we cold as bro our blood doesn't flow, it froze

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Skipping class and growing cold

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

I'm gon remember her, but still

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled