This is a song about "Next"

Better then sex is what goes on next.

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

What preceded was the clue

Wishing i was next to you

Or generate the next line,

At the same damn time

That moschino shit is so back

Just wait til the next track

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

For i'm the next phenomenon,

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl