This is a song about "Square"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Runnin' this bitch like i do not care

Boxed a square but his still bare

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

Boogyin' with jesus and a bunch of nazi hoes

Square to me the basics you see

Do you think i'm crazy

Well, i’m flyin' over, literally, flyin' over cities

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

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

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

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

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

Didn't know her but i'm confirming that she sure gurgled dick

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic