This is a song about "Any"

Throw your hands to the sky tonight

I don't wanna lose any fight

Go the distance without any assistance

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

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

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Were barely any fair it seems,

I give bitches dick and leave