This is a song about "Cuddly bear"

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Jesus look through my sins, press down on my cuddly throttle

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

He only knows his masturbation, can't bear no blame

I’m from hoover man, high as superman, shit you lois lane

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

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

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Gettin honeys like a bear, call me a koala

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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