This is a song about "Square"

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

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women

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

Square to me the basics you see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Put on the lab coat, every square foot of this lab goes

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Get it be there or be square

Cap heights, 1-2-4, landover, everywhere