This is a song about "Cobra"

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

Well look, if you don't talk, i mean these sessions are going to go slower

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

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

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

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

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

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

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

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