This is a song about "Ice hockey fighting"

We hustle to survive

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

But they say we ain't big

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

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

Don't want to be the king

But im sick of the fighting

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

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

Home invading i'm skating on thin ice,