This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Car with no limit what

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I'm cold on the cold turkey

As i light one for ill will

But,my raps scar and kill,

You're our own flesh and blood/

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

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

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

What, what ... project shit what

Rhymes flow through me like blood

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

But i murdered you in cold blood, and got away with it!!

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

More money to count, yeah you know i’m gettin' right