This is a song about "Viper wiper damn good crash lick"

If ya'll don't know ya history ya'll should look a lil' closer

I'm the king cobra, call me the viper soldier, nobody colder,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

I'mma make it rain trick

"no malcolm, you're just too damn good"

From hollywood to the hood

I am only a fighter, in the form of a writer

Got lacks of tears now i'm wiping them with a wiper///

Who ever parties should be proud damn it's good to be home

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate

God damn it feels so good to get this off my chest

My levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent

Rolling while im blowing this stash

These bitches just the same, i'm about to crash