This is a song about "Any"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Who cant get any broker

And the streets is getting colder

She need now, she ain't never needed love

I'm not taking any chances

Fulfilling voids of broke d-boys sellin' weed

Celebrating without any tweet.

Attain it by any means

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Defiance to any higher presence,

Jumped off the porch when i was like six