This is a song about "Agree"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Then we agree you feel me now

Will somebody please show me how

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And all the fruits agree

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Same to biggie, but i'd think they'd agree

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

You can’t tell a story for others, you must agree,

Coming to terms, where we can agree

It's a battlejust for tha big money