This is a song about "Square pusher"

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

Shot my pusher cuz he got we weed in the wrong size

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

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

It's been a couple months, and tina still ain't perm her fucking weave, damn

If you were a pusher man wouldn't you wanna give the kids a push off man?

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.

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Get it be there or be square

Says money in the air

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

If you were a pusher man wouldn't you wanna give the kids a push off man?