This is a song about "Agree"

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Bitch, you're 12, acting og like a fresh mc, don't ya agree?

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

He's more into depth than he's ever been, but he doesn't see or agree,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

Not hungry for my poetry

And all the fruits agree

Then we agree you feel me now

Will somebody please show me how

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Coming to terms, where we can agree

You disappear reading this a letter agree!

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely