This is a song about "The next episode"

On the slow jam of love

Because were the next victims

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Couldn't draw the line, guess what happens next

And for the next week, next month and the entire summer he is a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

But he don't rule a thing

You wake the next morning

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

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

Dreamin on a lullaby

You'll think your the next eminem why?

Tell them niggas we coming

Here comes the next rap king

Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat