This is a song about "Along"

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

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Along with my other trophy heads

After lebron, i'm what's next

Im like takin the mic and boppin along

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

I can get straight to the cash

Along with the whole class

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

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

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Is what i hear all along/

Don't gotta wait long

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong