This is a song about "Argue arms army"

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Holding on the tsunamis cruise army

See niggas lose it all and follow that liquor advice

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

You haters put up your guards

Minus your head legs arms

My garage full of cars that bounce

Round and around, army of scary clowns,

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

I'm kobe in an orange jersey

Knees week, arms are sturdy

Atomic bombs come like nations at arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

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

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit