This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Graveyards filling up with street blood

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

When there was a flood they really just have cold blood, their heartless

Ain't got nothing in common with niggas with no commas

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

Mass appeal,and this bag i hit got me alaskan chill

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

Run through the puddles, playin' in the mud

I say that the pool is closed

Hand to hand in the cold

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Skipping class and growing cold

Franky lymon the lime light gets old