This is a song about "Four square"

Same bitches used to play me though

Fourscore and four wars ago

From out of nowhere

Get it be there or be square

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

Methamphetamine fuelled rage killed four today

She will never get by, no how no way

But not with a four four, but with more of a score

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I said hey, you right there

Boxed a square but his still bare

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes