This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

I'm cold on the cold turkey

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

One time for the ville that cole rep

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

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

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

But,my raps scar and kill,

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill