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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Skipped the jays game to watch junior b hockey

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

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

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Once the police get to cuffing, bet his homie deceive him