This is a song about "King cobra"

About the way i'm feeling

Way out hand running to burger king

The undeniable rise of a king

They locking us up for the drugs that we doing

They are not confident when im talking

Get ready to hail to the king

Throw him off the banister, shoot him on camera

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

My mama smoked so god damn much

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

Tell them niggas we coming

I'm feelin like a king,

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage