This is a song about "Any"

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

Attain it by any means

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

I'm just trying to focus

Down any thoughts of us

I know better, you wont find any.

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

So take your seat on the bench

Any sings of foul stench,

They'll have to rename this one

I'll piss off any christian

Celebrating without any tweet.

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for