This is a song about "Any"

Don't understand any of those words,

Feel like i’m movin' backwards

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

Celebrating without any tweet.

It could possibly get any better

The plight of a rapper or whatever

Any way any day i relay what's on my brain

We rose up to bigger fame, glows from the tennis chain

I seem to love these whips - a white

I don't wanna lose any fight

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Who cant get any broker

Maybe you could fool any jerk

The wrong drink, the right work