This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

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

Even my critics are saying a nigga name right