This is a song about "Any"

I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

Go the distance without any assistance

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Were barely any fair it seems,

I'm why baby mamas leave

Attain it by any means

All that ass in your jeans

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Defiance to any higher presence,

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

I know better, you wont find any.

On they twitter writing novels, see

So take your seat on the bench

Any sings of foul stench,