This is a song about "King cobra"

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

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

Energized and still going

Fuck they think they is dr. king?

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

I'm activated by the moves your making

Get ready to hail to the king

You in the presence of a king

The time is now, on everything

Healing is this: i'm the forever king

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Punch her double dutch with my cobra clutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

The undeniable rise of a king

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing