This is a song about "Argue"

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

Can you blame her? hundred dollars for them bitches wann’t a option

And if you argue with descartes, then you're bound to get hit,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

So that you will never argue, screech, till you brawl and leave, her to crawl on knees

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Figurely argue with my mother,

And i'd like to serenade you for every day you

But knowing it's hopeless i still try and argue,

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate

There is no need to argue

Straight bad bitches i run, through