This is a song about "Any"

Down any thoughts of us

The way she walks and causes a fuss

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

I got something you've been waiting for

Condoms, or any sort of protection

You're uncool like my mother kin

Were barely any fair it seems,

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Defiance to any higher presence,

I don't wanna lose any fight

Over me the same peeps that have died

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Killing the competition, without any permission,