This is a song about "Cobra"

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

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

I feel they praisin too much

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

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

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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