This is a song about "Hit em with the cobra"

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

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

Hit em with the bomb rhymes

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

Switch it, spit it, let the track go, and hit ‘em up!

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

It's cool cause the radio don't do much

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch