This is a song about "Any"

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

Find inspiration through any know method

I know they pay me too much of attention

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Trying to get back to this thing called love

I'm not taking any chances

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother

Niggas talk with limited service

Down any thoughts of us

Don't understand any of those words,

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Any way any day i relay what's on my brain

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

I don't wanna lose any fight

If it's me that catch you, you're fried