This is a song about "Along"

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm

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

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Along with my other trophy heads

Along to save the day

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Along with the whole class

I can get straight to the cash

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

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

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong