This is a song about "Any"

I just light up and focus

Down any thoughts of us

But it never rain in california unless the pistols out

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Were barely any fair it seems,

All that ass in your jeans

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Killing the competition, without any permission,

I guzzle up at the bar

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

His reputation can't get any lower

I said believe in your dreams

Attain it by any means