This is a song about "Cobra"

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

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

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

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

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

We skip right to fucking, they call you to do lunch

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one