This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Thats spits lyrics so cold

Lady at the frank stand will

Till we will, fucking kill!

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

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

I say that the pool is closed

Before you turn too cold

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

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

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

Leasin' a vehicle quick enough to see people that don't even exist yet

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

What a mess! but we clean in the club

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

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego