This is a song about "Any"

They say nothings ever free

I know better, you wont find any.

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Condoms, or any sort of protection

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

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

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

But i'm not gonna do that until you begin to pass out

Attain it by any means

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

So take your seat on the bench

Any sings of foul stench,

I mean eddie murphy, swang, gettin' married

Celebrating without any tweet.

Down any thoughts of us

I'm breathing for a purpose