This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Till we will, fucking kill!

As i light one for ill will

I used to be the most humble until

Ive got no license to kill

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

I don't really give a fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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