This is a song about "Square roots"

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

Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there

My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women

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

Like the sewage in the major polluted cities , stripped the roots

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

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

Ain't had shit to loose, pullin' my pistol on them fools

And if they try to raise a coup, kill em at the roots

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

The roots, things fall apart, my favorite was black thought,

I come from humble beginnings, some cred and gracious roots,

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

You wonder where we learn that? i call the cops the roots,

Walk into my room thinking how to make moves