This is a song about "Next big thing"

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

The next thing you gon have on your chest is a bouquet

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

Like the next best thing he'd soon need to feel free instead of this dreaded heat

Next thing you know things got out of hand

Just lay back, get your face slapped

Whitecell then next thing you hear is an alarm bell. theres no way out sorry

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm a team player, i ain't tryna be no king

Answering questions about every little thing,

While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs

Next thing you know i was runnin' the south

I be calling who next!? who next!!

Half your body laying on my chest