This is a song about "Square roots"

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

Refuse to even try and just go back to our roots,

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

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

Real artists blow up and they forget their roots,

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

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

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Years back you believed that the world was fair

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

Get it be there or be square

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,