This is a song about "Any"

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'll piss off any christian

I don't wanna lose any fight

Three times cause fate had my side

Don't understand any of those words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

His reputation can't get any lower

And then along came the wrong man for her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

My name lenny, you don't get any

Hopin' that my niggas see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Any sings of foul stench,

I'm making moves, check my french