This is a song about "Agent"

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,

Directed towards the agent

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk