This is a song about "Banging squares"

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Niggas diewhen they try to infiltrate my crewwe never hide, we ride

Banging my flag on left side,be repping that west side,thats that best side

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Pancakes over waffles, no squares in my circle

And if you feel i'm wrong, baby you should tell me this

That all of y’all will be banging this shit like gay penises

And there's little to be glad for

Your team is full of squares, graph paper

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

And run with motherfuckin' crews banging, controllin' blocks,