This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Till we will, fucking kill!

That's aids to the ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

Lady at the frank stand will

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Well, um, there's a but

You're our own flesh and blood/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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