This is a song about "Get along home cindy cindy"

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

I got a liable larynx, my throat warm

Cindy is still looking for some proof

A far reach from them rap dudes

I wanted to get along,

Heh, if the autotune's gone

I am broke because of cindy

What them tippers don't see

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

Uhh i cant handle the crap i get from home

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

Just get high until the kids get home from school holmes, relax

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

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

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