This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Hand to hand in the cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Ive got no license to kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

But,my raps scar and kill,

For real, a nigga ill

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

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

These story's are cold, stopped blood flow, evils you know , don't slow

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight

Fucked your broad cause my game tight, sit ringside at the main fight