This is a song about "Square head"

Like a church in debt

Before she fuck with ya head

Lemonhead end up dead

I'm writing this off my head

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

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

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

... materialize her love for one who doesn't care

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Each one stands for emcee square,now use your imagination

My god come before this bread

Black clouds circle my weary head

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

I'm spittin hungry like ain't shit up on my dinner plate