This is a song about "Next"

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Them people, they talking

You wake the next morning

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

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cutting me this worthless check

Couldn't draw the line, guess what happens next

Is not far from white girls with big bread

Afraid to see what might come next,

Of the next generation...

Go where you ain't been

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

You don't know whats coming next

Half your body laying on my chest