This is a song about "Yogi bear"

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear

Half a mill "rap-touring," jarrett jack boy

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

But that's not my cross to bear.

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Don't you leave a seed in there

Is that smoky the bear?

Graves bear those names, and he died a soldier/

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

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

But i swear to god my biz bad boy

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

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

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there