This is a song about "Next"

Of the next generation...

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

The youngest of my mother kids

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Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Wonderin who is next,

Couldn't draw the line, guess what happens next

So if i do call it's just a check

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Or call you up, or send a text

Got you thinking what's next,

This is why her nigga mad

Just wait til the next track

Wishing i was next to you

I call em up, they might fall through