This is a song about "Ethan you next"

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

Next time, no there is no next time, this time you crossed the line.

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

And i want you next, gonna rape you ass

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

You bitches are next, malcolms looking for more

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

So what don’t you get, the next day you wont forget

I get mine and i bounce like a bad check

You know its me and you think of who's next.

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

The very next day, "hey fab, i'ma kill you!"