This is a song about "Any"

Were barely any fair it seems,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

Attain it by any means

Don't understand any of those words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

I'm not taking any chances

Because your pops wasn't anxious

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Find inspiration through any know method

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And put another half a mil in my bank account