This is a song about "Bull and bear market"

Cutting the bull like me and the blade double teaming the ox

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Organs pieced out and sold to black market elderly,

Woah there, woah there

Is that smoky the bear?

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

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

Carcasses in carpet and drag em off to the market and sell em for charges

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

We gotta set our own market, and enforce it

When they hate, i never give a whole fuck, or half shit

Out in haiti, adolescents barely have a home

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

Lift em' till they tire dont fear about life but always stand and bear the pain

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game