This is a song about "Good old hockey game"

Then those bitches who grew old.

But for long time i had gone cold

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Than charlie sheen with his good old liquor

Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, i’m sicker

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

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

For a brand new chapter in the same old game,

Why don't you take a sip up on this champagne