This is a song about "Any"

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

Any way any day i relay what's on my brain

Before i get to t.i.a. i'm sure to make her rain

This man can single handedly save the culture

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

It could possibly get any better

See, i like the person that you are

Gotta work - slight work

Maybe you could fool any jerk

Hope my city is not too far

Slumdog far apart any sub par

And put another half a mil in my bank account

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Down any thoughts of us

I'm breathing for a purpose