This is a song about "Argue"

Figurely argue with my mother,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

There is no need to argue

That means two, between me and you

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

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

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

Lay down, relax, climax, let me bite you

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

She don't really care about anyone advice

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

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

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit