This is a song about "Next"

Of the next generation...

Go where you ain't been

Just wait til the next track

I don't want it on my back

Then push the milk on a slow bend

Got you thinking what's next,

You wake the next morning

Since we not even talking

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Pockets probably like fried food

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl