This is a song about "Agree"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

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

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

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

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

Agree to disagree

Fuck fame, fuck money

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

Coming to terms, where we can agree

And there is no chemistry

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Not big never will be/ they say respect your elders and i agree/