This is a song about "Argue"

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

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

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

There is no need to argue

I really love my miami crew

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

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Figurely argue with my mother,

As your family dies, and my family rise

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

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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