This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But,my raps scar and kill,

I'm gon remember her, but still

That shit was wack as fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Ive got no license to kill

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

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

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight