This is a song about "Amen any"

And if she leaks any secrets,

Look, i tried to call it quits

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

I ain't spiritual but i'm thankful, so for that i say amen

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

Down any thoughts of us

Ass shots is a plus

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Combo's lyrically thrown at any hostile

Defiance to any higher presence,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips