This is a song about "Along"

Yesterday i saw a b-girl crying; i walked up and asked what's wrong

You accepted who i was, and my weirdness that came along

Along with my other trophy heads

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Never one to follow along

Shit is on silent all day long

Even helped my boy along

Ha, and the bitches all gone

My first rap is off the dome, no beat just rap along.

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

I wanted to get along,

No one-half and i hate math

Along with the whole class