This is a song about "Bear grieves"

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

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

Best foot forward, holla at your boy

And dangle him by his tail while i feed him to a grizzly bear.

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

That just makes them a nobody, a failure as an individual,

And bear in mind, i'll leave behind dead and blind, let you suffer in a night tunnel/

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

But that was way before i made the dough and met the game

He only knows his masturbation, can't bear no blame

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

And them which is more of a circus than a fair