This is a song about "Next"

You don't know whats coming next

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Afraid to see what might come next,

We magnetizing the ghetto

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

You wake the next morning

Money ain't a thing

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

Better then sex is what goes on next.

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

One time for the ville that cole rep

Limitless influence next to a crucifix

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips