This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

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

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

I mean of course just the same old

Hand to hand in the cold

Before you turn too cold

All this paper i fold

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

If you ever feel alone and

But,my raps scar and kill,

For real, a nigga ill

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

You're our own flesh and blood/

She said i'm ready to fuck

So if i do call it's just a check

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set