This is a song about "Along"

Im just making this shit up as i go along

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long

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

Either you gone fight against me or u can come along

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

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

That's what they'll say

Along to save the day

I walked up and asked what's wrong

Yeah i'm hoping you sing along,

Along with my other trophy heads

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Camping along with the trendy analog

I got kicked off, i used to shit talk