This is a song about "Next"

Half your body laying on my chest

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

You don't know whats coming next

Now i pass it on to the next

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet

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

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Not worrying if i'm the next