This is a song about "Hockey"

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

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

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

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

And i let her spend half the ticket, give or take

Your girl calls it hockey stick

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

See more ice than a hockey goalie

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

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