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

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

I run at a million miles an hour, your trying to keep up kid

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

For all you that say my grammar sucks

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

I'm laughin' at your fantasy of commandin' rap pad, i ain't mad, kid

See more ice than a hockey goalie

Must be something you want me to see

Fucking sucks, i thought that they'd improve, it's just fake and silly,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

There's always that one kid

Purple label 8 hundred

Laylow fuckin sucks at rap and that you should know

At times i look in the mirror to boost my fucking ego

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

And make that mess a hit,just a blessed kid,