This is a song about "Any"

Maybe you could fool any jerk

They need work, the freaks here makes their knees work

I'm making moves, check my french

Any sings of foul stench,

Were barely any fair it seems,

Now i'm living out my dreams

It could possibly get any better

Hundred running they ain't finna slow down never

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I'll piss off any christian