This is a song about "Spice cube"

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

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

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

It's your own fault suckas so don't get that shit confused

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

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

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

My sleight of hand is flying so bright with all spice i'd call it lite

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side