This is a song about "Index coding with cache"

Then got myself high with

Word go get the bitches

Jumped on ma tray and lay ,i eat carrots every day, storing millions in ma cache

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

With a pentaforce in hand, in fact my damn index possessed the damage

Walk like i'm drunk, swagga so uhgodyard trunks go around i got a bunch

Swear i will murk any beat

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Hit it or four play

With unlimited leeway

Which is the root of all negative

Suicidally colliding with

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

I've enough problems to deal with

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!