This is a song about "The nexter episode"

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

The streetz is aint the safe

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

Another tragic episode

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

They not pulling in no green like smoking whent that rello broke

Every new chapter in life i call it the #the #next #episode

The bigger the the fun

I told him get his 9 and run

One time for the girls with the right shoes

I'm the nigga with the juice

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Where the ball meets the wall

Know you want me to fall