This is a song about "Get along"

Along with the whole class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

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

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Tongues get twisted when you people try to rap along

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

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

You accepted who i was, and my weirdness that came 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

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

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Heh, if the autotune's gone

Never one to follow along