This is a song about "Get along"

Yeah i'm hoping you sing along,

Look, by the end of this song

Baby got that super bass

Along with the whole class

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

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

Never one to follow along

We at the top where we belong

Looking so damn right you're wrong

Even helped my boy along

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Get loud and sing along to this

After lebron, i'm what's next

Along with my other trophy heads

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

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