This is a song about "Bear stuff"

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Raised by a momma who, who

Wish i could stuff all you

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

I need guidance in my life sometimes hustle is hard to bear

But that's not my cross to bear.

We both grown and i dont care

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

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

I got glasses to see stuff,

Let's have a toast for this new love

Damn man that's some good stuff

The game of love

Grab your nighty night, nighty night, night bear

The way they hit her i just stop and stare