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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

? all white but the phantom is all black

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

I am on my way to the professional universe

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

The white boy blossomed after dre endorsed him

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

We blow jars of the dank, like bob marley was wake

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown