This is a song about "Any"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

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

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Don't understand any of those words,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Who cant get any broker

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Find inspiration through any know method

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did

Rollin’ and chokin’ and movin’ slow motion, i’m floatin' on good