This is a song about "Index coding with caching"

So the ones eye has freak don't run

Cripple with delusion

Ask her address she holla saks fifth

Better to try then die with

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Crooks with coolers filled with brews are colder

Monstrous with pens and shit, abolishing with sentences

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Strength built through multiple generations of coatings and coding

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

With these hedge trimming scissors with razor edges

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

With third dimensional shapes with no means

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets