This is a song about "Any"

Dough ain't nothing to joke about, she open up when that dough come out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

I don't wanna lose any fight

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Down any thoughts of us

It could possibly get any better

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

His reputation can't get any lower

Magic city, everything kosher