This is a song about "Any"

But make sure if they do see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

Killing the competition, without any permission,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

Love my women with high heels and high standards

Don't understand any of those words,

Get blown like lawn leaves

Attain it by any means

It could possibly get any better

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Go the distance without any assistance

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

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

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount