This is a song about "Any"

Go the distance without any assistance

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Who cant get any broker

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And put another half a mil in my bank account

Hope my city is not too far

Slumdog far apart any sub par

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

Celebrating without any tweet.

Was he stressing you, wasn’t fucking you right

I don't wanna lose any fight

So take your seat on the bench

Any sings of foul stench,