This is a song about "The spirit bear"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Let go of the negative through spirit fission

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

You got phat pockets like a fat boy

The spirit i had 'fore i go back to the same crap

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Maestronomical the name i wear and bear with honor

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

The minute your spirit pivots and hits the limit

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

I mean i have the proof in my lyrics, next to me the holy spirit

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

They be like where

Is that smoky the bear?