This is a song about "Square wheels"

And you're approaching me right

Jack your wheels at the red light

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

Cold, my style making my nose run

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 tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Me and my niggas role together like the wheels on a chrysler

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

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

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

Face i'm just a wheels man, and i'm broke,

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on