This is a song about "Street hockey"

Picking up all the girls on the street,

Even when y'all deep, y'all still all sweet

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Break himand let him see tha face of a mental patient

You're more oj only puck you hear is in a hockey rink

While i’m walking down the street

I pray the lord my guns to keep

But a slave to my own street.

If he does my soul to keep

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Phony is unfocused no mercy on the street

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

When they see me out in the street

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep