This is a song about "Can t rap to the bear"

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Master big t with the fire it's astounding,

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

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

The truth is that i can do anything to fulfill my rap lust

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Is that smoky the bear?

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air