This is a song about "Oakville hockey"

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

Your girl calls it hockey stick

Oh your friends are sick

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

Your dream movie? i'm the clearest copy

Look it something they can't ever see

See more ice than a hockey goalie

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