This is a song about "Next"

Don't fuck around and make it true

Wishing i was next to you

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Afraid to see what might come next,

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

My god come before this bread

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

Couldn't draw the line, guess what happens next

"eyeing every next girl..."

And he, what's his name, earl

Their next crimes will be deflected

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Peacefull, the next im crude,

// waiting on next lyrics

Dc's here, this is where crack lives