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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

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

Your in my arms right next to me,

We got money to go get baby

I cant think of the next line...

Uh, well, don't waste time

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead

.. and don't believe, what aloe says on this next line

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time

Couldn't draw the line, guess what happens next

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check

But one things for sure, you're next in line!

And just in time your head is mine

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

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