This is a song about "Any"

I speak english but check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

You can get ya cash on nigga if ya peep

Celebrating without any tweet.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I know better, you wont find any.

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I wouldn't be famous

Down any thoughts of us

Attain it by any means

Tryna kill my dreams