This is a song about "Square pusher"

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

The heart of a lion but i’m a tiger wood look in there

I'm just sellin' my thoughts there

Boxed a square but his still bare

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate

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

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

Third ward general, young cash money

Square to me the basics you see

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

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

Make room for the groom married to his music

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic