This is a song about "Argue"

Figurely argue with my mother,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

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

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

When you keep em right beside you

There is no need to argue

And you got that bomb, huh, i'm tryna detonate you

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

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

I told her i love that pussy, she think we a couple though

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw