This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Ive got no license to kill

I used to be the most humble until

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

I don't want you to have my permit yet

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

But,my raps scar and kill,

Uhh, and i'm ill