This is a song about "Any"

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

You must have joined the illuminati just to ball out

Attain it by any means

And she throws up whatever she eats

I'll piss off any christian

She’s a star if i ever seen one

Hopin' that my niggas see

I know better, you wont find any.

Any sings of foul stench,

What time is it, huh? check my french

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I make songs about shit for attention

I don’t care where ya are

Who cant get any broker