This is a song about "Cold blood"

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

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

So i ain't giving a fuck

Graveyards filling up with street blood

But for long time i had gone cold

Is a space that now you hold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

So fuckin' awesome, kickin' rhymes cold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

All because of a heart, that turned cold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Your thought provokes a a common cold

All this paper i fold

Skipping class and growing cold

‘cause every mother’s day needs a mother’s night

He told me to fucking kill you in cold blood right on sight