This is a song about "Bear"

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

And got her room number, you can find me there

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Maestronomical the name i wear and bear with honor

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting