This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

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

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Me and my pupils is mutual they not focused as me though

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

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red