This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Full up to fuck with blood,

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

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

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Skipping class and growing cold

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Till we will, fucking kill!

And bijies like im out and

Rhymes flow through me like blood

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

Before you turn too cold

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

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes