This is a song about "Agree"

Bitch, you're 12, acting og like a fresh mc, don't ya agree?

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

So, i think we could both agree,

Third ward general, young cash money

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We were meant to be thats something i truly agree

Almost lost my life to the industry

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

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

Then we agree you feel me now

Will somebody please show me how

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

You say okay , aha , and the rest of that shit like im discussing you and you agree

You disappear reading this a letter agree!

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money