This is a song about "Argue"

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

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

Figurely argue with my mother,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

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

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

But instead you argue about legalizing abortion

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

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

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