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

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

My bars will be coming at you like missiles,i'm the professional, it's official,

Party player? light up the pretty led/

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

I been trying to show you somethin, got a different approach

Like a jet pilot, professional soccer player, a cop....

Everything is good but these haters wish i would stop

Every playa's got a hater, but y'all should hate the game not the player.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for