This is a song about "Bear man"

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

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

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

But that's not my cross to bear.

Is that smoky the bear?

And if they did, they didn't care

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

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

I should have known from the start boy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

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