This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Lady at the frank stand will

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Hand to hand in the cold

But,my raps scar and kill,

For real, a nigga ill

Full up to fuck with blood,

They just don't give a fuck

Kill a bitch extract her blood and turn that spell her name in bloody alphabet

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

All this paper i fold

Before you turn too cold

That i just haven't came up with a name yet

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

Poppa took the television, but left the radio