This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Ive got no license to kill

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

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

Till we will, fucking kill!

Uhh, and i'm ill

It's not making sense to you right now but

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped