This is a song about "Bull and bear market"

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

You try to call the cops a new snitches on the market.

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

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

They be on that water here, put a couple in the air

Back and forth with this bull shit is this the prophecy

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there