This is a song about "Up next"

Not worrying if i'm the next

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Next thing you kno u be pushin up daisies/

My bitches brighter always saying lights please

Then dipped into the sea, back, for next thing menu-ed up

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

My god come before this bread

Wonderin who is next,

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

I be calling who next!? who next!!

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Then waking up in the morning sore next to a damned dead blonde whore

Said next time you blow up try to spit a flow

I'm just saying, i ain't bitching though