This is a song about "Along"

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

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

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

Cause they fear me in physical form

Is what i hear all along/

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

Never one to follow along

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Music, i have to listen to music all day long

Then i'm pulling out my shlong and share the cum all along

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

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone