This is a song about "Square up"

Or a measure of a fortune more awesome

Sponge bob you a square, i'm a pi problem

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Hold up, hold up, hold up, we bear the croix

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

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

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

But i can only love you when you undressed

The next time you want to square off, just remember i'm not easily provoked.

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

So crank it up live it up until the sun is up up up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

Put 'em up, put 'em up!

Car with no limit what