This is a song about "Jose cobra"

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

Cause lately iv been going by jose n stocking on my prey

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

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

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

Head for breakfast, fuck for lunch

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

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

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

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