This is a song about "Rubix cube"

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

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

Literally, crossed that burn you'll need an ice cube

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

Ill tie yo little ass to the pool table and shoot the cube ball to yo adams apple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route