This is a song about "Along"

Everyday a star is born

Never one to follow along

Im just making this shit up as i go along

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Until i am wanted, and needed, i'm not just singing' along,

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

Along with my other trophy heads

After lebron, i'm what's next

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Is what i hear all along/

I walked up and asked what's wrong