This is a song about "Argue"

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

If you ready then i'm ready go, hear this on my radio

Figurely argue with my mother,

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

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

Kill em all, fuck em all. hip-hop really is alive

No dedication, they argue it's because schools don't teach creation, ken ham

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

All i want is you

There is no need to argue

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

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

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue