This is a song about "Pat smith the professional hockey player"

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Party player? light up the pretty led/

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

Womanizing to say the least

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

It's okay to hate the game long as you not player hating

I am on my way to the professional universe

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

But five years from now i bet she see