This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Before you turn too cold

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Till we will, fucking kill!

You're our own flesh and blood/

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Graveyards filling up with street blood

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

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Lady at the frank stand will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill