This is a song about "Hockey players"

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

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

I've become immune to you no name haters

To maintain we must gain the trust of the game players,

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

Thinkin they true players, but they soft as fuck after the first couple of layers

Bunch of so sayers, when they go to sleep tonight, well i just hope they said their prayers

But the ballers and the players, i ain’t living like that,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Look deep inside my train of thoughts, gold ring players,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

Your girl calls it hockey stick

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,