This is a song about "Any"

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Sometimes i think, what i need

Celebrating without any tweet.

And how you make the darkness seem so bright

I don't wanna lose any fight

She’s a star if i ever seen one

I'll piss off any christian

Who cant get any broker

My records sell, yes sir

Haters eyes gettin' wide like bench seats

Were barely any fair it seems,

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Don't understand any of those words,