This is a song about "Any"

Not into diamonds i'm shining just to get geechied out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Were barely any fair it seems,

Can barely walk the city streets

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

Killing the competition, without any permission,

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

So here i am at the store for some chips

Defiance to any higher presence,

I'll piss off any christian

I'm a son of gun

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Little gate, little fence - i climbed over

His reputation can't get any lower