This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Skill to skill, i kill to kill

For real, a nigga ill

I have already murdered you in cold blood, my work here is done

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

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

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

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

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Is a space that now you hold

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

And if yo blood wasn't runnin through my veins i would prolly cut yall off ... too ! yep

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

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill