This is a song about "Square wheels"

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Just face it i'm a wheels man,

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

Then play you all my latest shit

The wheels are never rented,

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Spinning like wheels under my heels,

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

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

Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there

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

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

Cause i was never hesitant to represent