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

Attain it by any means

Tryna kill my dreams

My direction good, well-rounded type

I don't wanna lose any fight

I'll piss off any christian

So now she picks up the gun

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Keep that tucked ‘fore somebody get hurt

Don't understand any of those words,

Love my women with high heels and high standards