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

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor

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

My mood is cocky, i'll mopping your ass on from the floor like its air hockey

I dont gotta join illuminati just to get a new bugatti

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

If you a player in the game, this should hold you

The jager in my cup is licorice black

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

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

I'ma rap deep you just talk burble i shot ma fiend off of me which instead made me much dull