This is a song about "Any"

It could possibly get any better

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I wouldn't be famous

Down any thoughts of us

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

I reel them in, goadomes on see

My name lenny, you don't get any

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The hotels we staying in twelve star

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

His reputation can't get any lower

Were barely any fair it seems,

I say "stay", she wanna leave

Get blown like lawn leaves

Attain it by any means