This is a song about "Kinky square"

Square to me the basics you see

Fuck fame, fuck money

The next time you want to square off, just remember i'm not easily provoked.

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

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

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare

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

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

That i can only love you when you undressed

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

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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