This is a song about "Square up"

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

A military mind mean money

Square to me the basics you see

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

Another 5, eli won't even be there

Hold up, hold up, hold up, popped a molly (popped a molly)

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,

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

I'm always cheesin', smile for a reason

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast