This is a song about "Cobra"

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

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

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge

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

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage