This is a song about "Polar bear that have an afro"

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

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

But that's not my cross to bear.

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere

So as we melt the polar caps

Now if you give us a chance

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice

Geez, who'd have viewed me as an expertise.

Looks i have an eye for,

Ima go until my arm's sore

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

But anyway i want to make sure that i have to calibrate with an orange

Trappin'n dabin pots of honey with pooh bear

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

Adam sandler, verses that'll rip your face off like a polar bear