This is a song about "Any"

My name lenny, you don't get any

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

It could possibly get any better

And there's little to be glad for

And i can't help but notice

Down any thoughts of us

Ice and rain, letter, center of attention

Condoms, or any sort of protection

But the industry's a lot like, a crap game

Any way any day i relay what's on my brain

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Who cant get any broker

You know...you know who you are

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

His reputation can't get any lower