This is a song about "Any"

Any sings of foul stench,

I speak english but check my french

Now i'm living out my dreams

Were barely any fair it seems,

Yo i freestyle and fuck you niggas ya’ll be wilding and i’m out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But make sure if they do see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Go the distance without any assistance

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Celebrating without any tweet.

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Gift and a curse, the center of attention