This is a song about "Index coding with caching"

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

I entered with, rendered with it,

I was on my sway shit

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

Strength built through multiple generations of coatings and coding

With third dimensional shapes with no means

Spit selvage my nigga, it's in my jeans

Dueling with duality.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Play with your toys, play with your blocks,

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Cause when i make this stew

Die with hope, live with virtue