This is a song about "Any"

It could possibly get any better

Mix my guiness with a dr. pepper

Down any thoughts of us

See, i'm just trying to focus

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out

I pop one, you pop one

I'll piss off any christian

Baby, you know who you are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Don't understand any of those words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Attain it by any means

Way too big for my my fucking jeans