This is a song about "Any"

She should have invited her

Who cant get any broker

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

Let me rideuntil i get free

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

I wouldn't be famous

Down any thoughts of us

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

I'll piss off any christian

I'm a son of a gun

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I know better, you wont find any.

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Go the distance without any assistance