This is a song about "Next hype"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

You don't know whats coming next

My god come before this bread

Cutting me this worthless check

Got you thinking what's next,

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

The tooth fairy got hype but, she's scared of my street

I done seen embalming fluid ruin a nigga promise

I'm not the best, i wont hype, wont gloat, wont bluff.

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

Not worrying if i'm the next

Stereotype for a faulty hype bragging about smoking chill just hit the pipe

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night