This is a song about "Joe hockey"

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

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

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Your lines are sloppy, might as well call you joe.

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

I'm rockin' average joe shmoe's regular clothes

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

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

High heel wearer, hell of a body

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Your girl calls it hockey stick

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

And i made it with that dope flow

Im like joe montana im bout to throw