This is a song about "Square"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

The next time you want to square off, just remember i'm not easily provoked.

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

From out of nowhere

Get it be there or be square

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

That's why i never claimed i was the best

And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic