This is a song about "Good old hockey game"

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Then those bitches who grew old.

You was to young a 18 year old

All this paper i fold

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

And blast through the game, 'till i'm old but i'm still here,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Small, but you talkin' big

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

Stuck her toungue out, flirted, played with his dick

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

These faces and places are growing old,

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Not like in the good old days when you looked up at me an said