This is a song about "Any where"

Killing the competition, without any permission,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind

Where constellations collide and where telescopes can't find,

It could possibly get any better

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I'll piss off any christian

I know better, you wont find any.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Attain it by any means

Get blown like lawn leaves

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Condoms, or any sort of protection