This is a song about "Cobra"

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

These shoulders crushed from cobra clutches, shit is gettin' dangerous,

When my competition ain't much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

They vaguely decipher my language

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

Sometimes i feel i can't get out of a certain cobra clutch,

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

Sometimes i feel i can't get out of a certain cobra clutch,

Simply give me a beat, i guarantee i’ll make a hater move over

I'm the king cobra, call me the viper soldier, nobody colder,