This is a song about "Cubic functions"

The third one is mixed, white and black

It functions so well that i always come back

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Of life, harm my bodily functions to be precise

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

Its icy kash and i know ice is cubic

Niggas lookin like larry holmes, flabby and sick