This is a song about "Polar bear"

I got a cold heart and you're in my sights so here comes the polar front

Everybody wanna talk cause i'm rappin, they askin me what happened

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

2 of her friends in the back boy

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

Cold like the polar vortex, i got wicked frees (freeze)

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

But i ain't bi-polar!

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

So get up, its time to start nation building

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting