This is a song about "Any"

And nearly choked when he'd tell me not to smokedaaamn, don't get me started

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

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Were barely any fair it seems,

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Not only had the fiend died

I don't wanna lose any fight

Maybe you could fool any jerk

The wrong drink, the right work

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,