This is a song about "Next"

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

Now i pass it on to the next

Or generate the next line,

And just in time your head is mine

And he, what's his name, earl

"eyeing every next girl..."

Wishing i was next to you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

In the club like fuck it, though

Sext hoes next gold shep yo!

Woo-hah, got you all in check

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

You wake the next morning

For i'm the next phenomenon,

Pay dues like a hair salon