This is a song about "Hit bricks on the square world cup square ball"

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Now the corners close in on me, now i'm too square,

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Cold, my style making my nose run

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

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

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son