This is a song about "Cubic functions"

Cause i get it, no charge, and bbc for the low price

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

Grab a pen in clutches, send it to heaven above functions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

It functions so well that i always come back

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Its icy kash and i know ice is cubic