This is a song about "Hockey with friends"

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Cleverly comprised/ together with friends, family and dalliance

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

With other people, my family, my friends

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Then hanging with fake friends and having laughs

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

And smoke out with your bum friends, i'm a beast now,

His wicked 'friends' with their trending fashions,

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

Forgot to say his friends with a soldier

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her