This is a song about "Up next"

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

Don't be the next cobain and wind up dead

Then push the milk on a slow bend

And that boy you hooked up with is next..

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

I woke up on the floor next to your body and remembered the fact, that

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

So im gonna end it here and say goodnight, and hopefully next time you'll put up a fight.

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

You don't know whats coming next

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

I come to fuck up your career, for the next couple of years

Now you can resti betcha never screamed a niggas whole name outand felt tha pleasure and tha pain

I bet its stressful stepping upto a kid whos on the next level, here to fuck up your game,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Winding up left next to the back door after a fight that left your muscles tore