This is a song about "Next"

Got me rushed to the station

Of the next generation...

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Wishing i was next to you

Cause when i make this stew

Now i pass it on to the next

Cutting me this worthless check

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Their next crimes will be deflected

Just wait til the next track

Snapple fact: you rather wack