This is a song about "Hockey player"

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

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

Ay yo you wonder who i are

// [everybody wants you, player]

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Keep the bitches on my dick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

Star player no benchtime, minutes played sublime.

But we should be body to body

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

// [everybody wants you, player]

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

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