This is a song about "King cobra"

They vaguely decipher my language

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Caged, and the wonder is seen

I'm hatsheput, the king, the queen,

Now we up in that magic city make it rain, viola

The weed hitting hard and quick just like a cobra,

Get ready to hail to the king

I hear the people talking

Return of the king of flow

You haven't flowered loco

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

See, now im the fucking king

Flapjack, ooh he bring

While drowning you i'm crowned king,

Wait, now it's about eight something