This is a song about "Field hockey"

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

I'm always out in the cotton field

I am ryu-like to the fiend

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I spray blood on the walls of the vatican and curse a priest

Gym volleying! right there on the courts rallying! right there on the field

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Come on bitch, get back to the cotton field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party