This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Is a space that now you hold

Hand to hand in the cold

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Before you turn too cold

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

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

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Rhymes flow through me like blood

Bitches is artificially duck