This is a song about "Agree"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

And all the fruits agree

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

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

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Agree with waka flacka fuck this industry,

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

So well it's a spell, hell, makes me wanna shoop, shoop, shoop

You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

So, i think we could both agree,

We're living in a fantasy

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see