This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

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

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

For real, a nigga ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

You're our own flesh and blood/

On they car note to go to the club

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Ive got no license to kill

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

They leave...u-turn...customers, we serve em right