This is a song about "Agree"

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Agree to disagree

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

That you might not agree with, see it like this, troop,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We were meant to be thats something i truly agree

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

She says you're free of disease these knees won't agree, see-

Bitches ain't around one thou

Then we agree you feel me now

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

He's more into depth than he's ever been, but he doesn't see or agree,

Feeling like i'm on cloud nine but my parents don't agree

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see