This is a song about "Any"

Were barely any fair it seems,

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

Any way any day i relay what's on my brain

I'm not taking any chances

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Attain it by any means

Little more weed, first class seats

Killing the competition, without any permission,

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

So all that shit you niggas kicking we ain't worried about

I speak english but check my french

Any sings of foul stench,