This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

But five years from now i bet she see

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Graveyards filling up with street blood

What a mess! but we clean in the club

Before you turn too cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

I know you're mad, but so what

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Ive got no license to kill

Lady at the frank stand will

Till we will, fucking kill!

Full up to fuck with blood,

I love you though i'll still fuck