This is a song about "My next x"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Chills go down my spine when we make eye contact [x3]

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

I dont understand why these niggas so vexed

Bitch don't kill my vibe (x4)

Sweet, okay makes sense

Next time the silly bitch might put poison in my drink.

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

My raps are violent so wheres my next patient

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

So my next joint don't got to be so rough

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Don't need an x to mark it, know where i put my treasure

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2