This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

You're our own flesh and blood/

Entrance no charge cause we late to the club

Ive got no license to kill

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Love is a mystery

I'm cold on the cold turkey

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

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

Rhymes flow through me like blood

And bijies like im out and

Graveyards filling up with street blood

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold