This is a song about "Completing the square"

Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

The rest is in my stomach, that's including your breast

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Lemme grab my chair, some rum then it's back to square one,

All up in her backspace like a delete button

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,