This is a song about "Bear necessities"

Like the idea of miley's bear being "cute and cuddly".

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

And that's word to my nigga bad boy

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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

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

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

Eyes super clear, you looking in the mirror

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

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

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there