This is a song about "Ice hockey"

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

Ice cream or vanilla,

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

And much good stuff like homemade ice cream

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

I'm so cold, i was blessed in ice

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Take yo' chick, with no complaints, she say my shit oh so great

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

With shards of ice and glass

Fell asleep in first class

With shards of ice and glass

So much class, double d’s and ass