This is a song about "Kid that sucks at hockey"

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Kid, ho, acid head, cruising on that lsd

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

You see a black kid at a private catholic school

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

It sucks that i'm just dreaming my mind is quite deceiving

Twista finna get up on the track

I was once the kinda kid that

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Then you can tell your friends that you relaxed with the kid

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Oh your friends are sick