This is a song about "Agree"

I agree that it's the wrong comparisons they're feedin' ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We were meant to be thats something i truly agree

And all the fruits agree

And losin all his money

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

With every word you speak, he or she shall agree

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

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

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Leaving me with no choice but to agree,

Agree, only want to thieve and carry pieces,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

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