This is a song about "Spice cube"

For all the flips imma add a little spice.

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

Coming from where tupac, dr. dre and ice cube

With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop

A plumber with the tools, instead of in a cube

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

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

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

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

I bring the spice, it's nice, strife and hype, a trife life,

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

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

Everything got a flaw, we desire perfection