This is a song about "Rubix cube"

N.w.a, cube, hey, doc, ren, yella, eazy, thank you, they got slim

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

The new ice cube, motherfuckers hate to like you

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It just won't happen, sitting in a cube

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe