This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Kill it frozen bars, catch a cold case focused

Cause rolling with the fake got my loved ones killed

Uhh, and i'm ill

But,my raps scar and kill,

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

I'm cold on the cold turkey

You're our own flesh and blood/

Money i make em buck

Till we will, fucking kill!

That's aids to the ill

Ive got no license to kill

For real, a nigga ill

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Skipping class and growing cold

Is a space that now you hold