This is a song about "Agree"

And all the fruits agree

Looking at your money

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

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

So, i think we could both agree,

And now that i’m getting money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

I agree that it's the wrong comparisons they're feedin' ya,

Bitches ain't around one thou

Then we agree you feel me now

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

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot