This is a song about "Mc square"

Square to me the basics you see

I delete they history

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

It’s me and my nigga there until i’m a millionaire

To eazy e equal to e equals mc

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

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

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Cause mc crown wears his mc crown

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

Yo it time to slaughter another fake mc

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic