This is a song about "Any"

What time is it, huh? check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

I'm breathing for a purpose

Down any thoughts of us

I'll piss off any christian

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

I'm not taking any chances

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Don't understand any of those words,

Attain it by any means

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

My name lenny, you don't get any

On they twitter writing novels, see

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Any resistance im grabbing my putter