This is a song about "Any"

Were barely any fair it seems,

Ass shots in her seven jeans

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Find inspiration through any know method

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

My name lenny, you don't get any

I think found where your mind was

I'm not taking any chances

I know better, you wont find any.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Don't understand any of those words,

Any sings of foul stench,

I'm making moves, check my french