This is a song about "Tahrir square"

Like they not gon' stare

Boxed a square but his still bare

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

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

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

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

Each one stands for emcee square,now use your imagination

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

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

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

You just working with the scraps you was given

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