This is a song about "Cobra"

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Now we up in that magic city make it rain, viola

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

My mama smoked so god damn much

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

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

Play a song, invade a thong, my dick is havin' guts for lunch

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

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

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Its like my freestyle's cleavage

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,