This is a song about "Rhyming to anything"

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

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Anything is possible after travelling to moon

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

But there isnt anything to cough up

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

To destroy anything you copy cats invest in

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Able to do anything, he can adapt,

I think it's only right, hoarse and everything

Never been scared to talk to about anything

And i'd do anything just to break away

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

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