This is a song about "Anything doe"

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

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

And ya section know when any day tecs could blow

Say you make "tons" of doe 50 or so hell no

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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

Don't want to be the king

I'm capable of anything

Now this is what i call an evening

You cant even say anything

Never been scared to talk to about anything

So now we in the hotel, mirrors on the ceiling

But im glad it didnt doe

In the club like fuck it, though

Doe about now as i assume

You can pick the next room