This is a song about "Square roots"

Why hear a commentary about the truth and its evil roots?

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

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

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Hit me square in the chest, wasn't wearing a vest

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

Complications come from constant falling nations and wicked roots,

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

Beyond the extremities of every one and anyone