This is a song about "Any"

Maybe you could fool any jerk

I'm why baby fathers kirk

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Slumdog far apart any sub par

You get close but no cigar

Down any thoughts of us

See i'm breathing for a purpose

This dark content for those of dark complexion

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

I'm not taking any chances

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount