This is a song about "I am the apex cobra"

You know i stick to the script

I am the poetic narcissist

I'm on the run, keep running

Y'know i am the king

Hoppin' out a van

Don't know who the fuck i am

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

I am so kind that i am friends with the bees

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

That's the kinda person i am

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

Majori'm at the apex, your at the nadir ain't nothing faker, rather be alone than