This is a song about "Square"

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

Back to square one again, watching these titties wobbling with great,

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

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

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere