This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

They just don't give a fuck

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

You're our own flesh and blood/

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

As i light one for ill will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

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

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

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

I'm cool with all these broads in here but i do not date lucaya hoes