This is a song about "Any"

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Celebrating without any tweet.

Attain it by any means

All that ass in your jeans

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

It could possibly get any better

Condoms, or any sort of protection

I make songs about shit for attention

And there's little to be glad for

His reputation can't get any lower

My name lenny, you don't get any

Once as a slave who imagined being free