This is a song about "Next"

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Swear i'm trying to get through

Wishing i was next to you

Wonderin who is next,

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

I'm doing the same thing

You wake the next morning

He came back the next day and became the next osama,

She say this shit for college, i told her drop her a prada

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

// waiting on next lyrics

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Of the next generation...

My god come before this bread

Better then sex is what goes on next.