This is a song about "Anything and life"

Hey! what's your name? oh, that's nice

Like my life seems fine and full of life

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

And these catholics think they can fix anything man,

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

And we couldn't do anything but you lookin at me and me lookin at you.

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

To holler about anything? anything? anything? (x2)

The one who had the perfect life, never had to deal with anything,

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Now i feel like i can do anything to kill, me and him should be twins