This is a song about "Any"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

So take your seat on the bench

Any sings of foul stench,

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good

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

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Gotta work - slight work

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Defiance to any higher presence,

I plead with em, the system ain't right

I don't wanna lose any fight