This is a song about "Square wheels"

Little more weed, first class seats

I'm high,but i still can handle wheels

The wheels are never rented,

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there

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

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

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

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

I said hey, you right there

Boxed a square but his still bare

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

Get it be there or be square