This is a song about "Cobra"

It go microphone check, one, two, yola

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

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

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

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

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

My mama smoked so god damn much

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Man but this ain't no sign language

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

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

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

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