This is a song about "Up next"

Worried and scared, knowing i'm going to see the cemeterymust be prepared in this cold world, no one cares

I didn't know what i was up against, they put the gun in my hand and the next day i was up the fence

And to the next nigga that step up thats when im really gonna blow up

She say she want a diamond, lisa raye welcome to the player's club

Half your body laying on my chest

You don't know whats coming next

So much class, double d’s and ass

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

So who the fuck gonna bark next?

So if i do call it's just a check

More money that mean less sleep

Who's up.. next? cuz this dude can't compete,

And i can't even look the other way

Wake up high, do it over again the next day

And that boy you hooked up with is next..

That sick set, tryna get my kickflips wet