This is a song about "Cobra"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

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

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

Choke your ass out with that 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,

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

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma