This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

As i light one for ill will

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

Ive got no license to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Rhymes flow through me like blood

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

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Lady at the frank stand will

Till we will, fucking kill!