This is a song about "Jessie bear"

Bitch i'm in the building you ain't even in the lounge

Then the temperature of jessie passed out on the couch

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

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

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

Where my soldiers at? put your pistols in the air

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Gettin honeys like a bear, call me a koala

She would drive the toys plus ride the boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Sit back and bear witness of my plans to disfigure

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

Striving, working nine to five with no health care