This is a song about "Any"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Celebrating without any tweet.

Slumdog far apart any sub par

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Defiance to any higher presence,

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Can barely walk the city streets

Were barely any fair it seems,

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her