This is a song about "The square deal"

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

You fucked up boy, you broke the deal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Never grab the steel, don't matter if you have a deal,

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

Had to deal with all the issues

When they hear me rocking the groove

Then the consequences, she best deal with it,

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Please, just peep the crystal method where

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