This is a song about "Next in line next dead"

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

Next thing i know is, theres a gaping hole in my butt,

Street fighter ho, she had that tiger upper cut

And i bet you'll be the next outlined in chalk

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

Next on the list the doctor that kept me in

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

In the next few bars, i will briefly express my complaint

Vicious transmission for my vicious ambition

Cuz the next line is about to make a transition.

Next line underneath will explain why my lyrics are wild

Puffy got a mansion, bitch i got the same damn kind

Guess im ahead of my time

I cant think of the next line...