This is a song about "Agree"

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

So, i think we could both agree,

Fuck fame, fuck money

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

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

Agree to disagree

But make sure if they do see

A military mind mean money

Coming to terms, where we can agree

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

You disappear reading this a letter agree!

Malia family, we the family