This is a song about "Square wheels"

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

Puttin a bullet in mutherfuckers give me a reason

I ain't about my chains and shined wheels, or those blind grills,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Too focused, one word, righteous

See me on a roll like the wheels on the bus

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

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

Throw your gun in tha air

Get it be there or be square

Square to me the basics you see

Third ward general, young cash money

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

But honestly it's just to keep their wheels turning