This is a song about "Any"

Who cant get any broker

Well, that's what you are

Any sings of foul stench,

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

Celebrating without any tweet.

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

Defiance to any higher presence,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

It could possibly get any better

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

We tie dynamite to the rhino type

I don't wanna lose any fight