This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Ive got no license to kill

Scoop pills, 5 g's on a phone bill

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

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

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

An eighth of grape ape hella joints to the head got my eyes all varsity red

Hopin' that my niggas see

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Oh you murder? i accidentally kill

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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