This is a song about "Mr clutch"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

Choke your ass out with that cobra clutch

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

Mr. rebel don’t give a fuck

Chillin in the library ayee mr daggs

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Mr coleman, i'm coming for you

Mr. lucifer, you're no fucking lucifer!

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Sex time in the clutch you already know i deliver,

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

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message