This is a song about "Argue"

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

We always argue/i leave then im back in a week or two.

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

And all the while i think of you

There is no need to argue

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

Real recognize real, real women dont know you

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

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

They would sometimes argue, "like mom this cant happen twice!"

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs