This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

Till we will, fucking kill!

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Some of you bitches look stupid as fuck

I used to be the most humble until

Ive got no license to kill

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red