This is a song about "1980 us hockey team"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Im so good i need no tag team

Vc can't tell me nothin bout this team,

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

You're more oj only puck you hear is in a hockey rink

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Stacking cream snatching girls for my team

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

The dream team is very special

Never wrong at any level

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings