This is a song about "Any thind"

It could possibly get any better

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Defiance to any higher presence,

Celebrating without any tweet.

Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep

For now everything just seem so right

I don't wanna lose any fight

And all women who had light features, see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out