This is a song about "Any"

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Were barely any fair it seems,

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Defiance to any higher presence,

Attain it by any means

Can barely walk the city streets

It could possibly get any better

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

His reputation can't get any lower

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

I'm not taking any chances