This is a song about "Next"

But radio ain't trying to follow suit

Peacefull, the next im crude,

She go say i bad like saddam

For i'm the next phenomenon,

I'll teach you how to take it slow

Just the next girl to blow,

Then push the milk on a slow bend

You don't know whats coming next

Now i pass it on to the next

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

You wake the next morning

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

I'm rolling down the window

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Wishing i was next to you