This is a song about "Bear dog shit"

U look pathetic and smell like some dog shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear

No medal here, i'm well aware

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

Is that smoky the bear?

Park my plane right there

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

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

No match to my flow, dog

Let me see you walk

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

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

Brooklyn boy get plenty love, on the turnpike with my philly broad

Cutting shit up i got a tucked saw zaw what the fucks up law dog