This is a song about "Cold blood kill"

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

Graveyards filling up with street blood

I'm cold on the cold turkey

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Let it rain let it flood let a crip kill a blood

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

We forever be real, we'll never fold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

And bijies like im out and

All this paper i fold

Before you turn too cold

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

Black on black lock n load blood for blood

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and