This is a song about "The next accident"

Even if i make it, ill think it was an accident.

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

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

He was the next big thing

Know that it’s god working

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

My god come before this bread

Or generate the next line,

Private plane, my seat recline

Or babies they raisin

Of the next generation...

Keep your mouth locked, screwed and glued

Peacefull, the next im crude,