This is a song about "Argue arms army"

Scars up and down my arms

Tire marks, tire marks

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Wait till he sees my posse, the #rappad army

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

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

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

Finish line with the tire marks

Minus your head legs arms

Tug these sleeves up my arms

You haters put up your guards