This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Thats spits lyrics so cold

The truth shall be told

Before you turn too cold

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

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

I'm gon remember her, but still

Till we will, fucking kill!

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

As i light one for ill will

Ive got no license to kill

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold