This is a song about "Tree climbing muppet hockey sticks from denver"

Gonna slap you with this hockey stick,

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick

Where i had the hockey puck replaced with a grenade!

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

But you try craming a different fruit from the same tree

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Iceman to your face  i'm not talking hockey.

And all women who had light features, see

Yet fame growing slower than a tree.

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

My rhyming skills got you climbing hills

Show ‘em how much they really mean

Are your a guy that sticks to green?

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