This is a song about "Agree"

Fuck fame, fuck money

And all the fruits agree

And missin' for the nightman this shit is just that easy

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

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

Lookin' out, retarded kids screamin' out fuck slob, jesus

That's why i'm makin' money

So, i think we could both agree,

Bitches ain't around one thou

Then we agree you feel me now

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

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

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free