This is a song about "Get out of jail"

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

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such

Go on get out of here

She told me erything is real

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

I get vision of blood born pathogens pouring out of my pores.

That way i know for sure your love is really genuine

Get out of my face, you have your own space stay out of mine

Take her on a long ride

And get out of my light,

Things get out of control still don't shut the fuck up

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

I will rise, i will get out of this trap/

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Look into your eyes i realize that i like you so much

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