This is a song about "Bear sex"

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

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

Two reflections into one

Malcolm sex, the next eminem

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Just trying to decipher between violence and sex

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

You got a baby boy or girl in there

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

And got her room number, you can find me there

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

Me and your mum had rough sex

After lebron, i'm what's next

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair