This is a song about "Any"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

Go the distance without any assistance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

I'll piss off any christian

Were barely any fair it seems,

As much as i wanna leave

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Any resistance im grabbing my putter