This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Ive got no license to kill

Rhymes flow through me like blood

What, what ... project shit what

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

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

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Kill kill kill that's my motherfucking mind set

Doing time in the pen and your gram's old

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I'm cold on the cold turkey

God mc oh my god you gotta see