This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Ive got no license to kill

I used to be the most humble until

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

You're our own flesh and blood/

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Licensed to kill and spill the blood of those who think they ill/

Hand to hand in the cold

All this paper i fold

Till we will, fucking kill!

That's aids to the ill

Rhymes flow through me like blood

I thought it'd get better but