This is a song about "Good old hockey game"

And don't think what you're old

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

These faces and places are growing old,

We forever be real, we'll never fold

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

Women front, they get its cold

Since i was a day old,

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

You was to young a 18 year old

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

For a brand new chapter in the same old game,

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

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