This is a song about "Any"

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I'm not taking any chances

I'll piss off any christian

I'm a son of a gun

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Down any thoughts of us

My talent should take me places i've never been

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Celebrating without any tweet.

I can always go home and look down my street

Don't understand any of those words,

Shout out bobby on hundreds

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out