This is a song about "Bull and bear market"

That i am the fuckin bear and the heir to the fuckin thrown.

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

After the east and west bull shit escalate

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

I am the hardest in the market

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

And when i'm done with her, ain't no other male to compare

Bet it's hurtin to bear with the mucus and paper burning in there