This is a song about "Colder weather"

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

To me its so whatever, i could care less about the weather

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Covering my head in bad weather

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

And put in a casket where you'll rapidly get colder

Whatever weather, cold or warm

December 4th a star was born

See, i like the person that you are

Feeling tired, feeling colder

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Will survive the rampage and see clear weather

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for