This is a song about "Along"

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Never one to follow along

We at the top where we belong

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

Either you gone fight against me or u can come along

Where your girl at now?3 pills down that's on meand it wouldn't be a song

Its not too easy or too hard, to live life all along

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

Brown skin or a yellow-bone, dj this my favorite song

You just gotta be strong

Is what i hear all along/

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

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