This is a song about "Street hockey"

While i’m walking down the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap

It's like you grew up on drug street, from jump street

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

Me and my peeps often meet

Picking up all the girls on the street,

See more ice than a hockey goalie

You see now that nigga lonely

All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

The revolution will proceed

But a slave to my own street.

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

Came from italybellisimo, was tha callyeah nigga i got versace