This is a song about "Times square"

We hustle to survive

Relive all the good times

Boxed a square but his still bare

But now it's more declare

If she don't fake, i work that pussy out, like it was outta shape

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

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

Now me, stalley, and meek wanna see ross get the a-rod loot

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair

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

I remember dates, times

Got a flock full of dimes

The world seems strange at times

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

You better get with the times