This is a song about "The next accident"

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Man imma kill you and pretend like it's an accident

Hazy chest, i blaze the cess, wonder if you lace it next,

Oh i’m nothing like your home girl expect, expect

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

Of the next generation...

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Police discovery early the next day

Peacefull, the next im crude,

Pockets probably like fried food

Half your body laying on my chest

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

You wake the next morning

I do the right thing