This is a song about "Any"

I can't touch her, so for pleasure

It could possibly get any better

Celebrating without any tweet.

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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Attain it by any means

Down any thoughts of us

Niggas talk with limited service

Any sings of foul stench,

I speak english but check my french

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

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

We don't speak to informants, they just look for a way out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Killing the competition, without any permission,