This is a song about "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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Coming to terms, where we can agree

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

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

So, i think we could both agree,

A military mind mean money

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I'm a baller, literally

And all the fruits agree

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

We were meant to be thats something i truly agree