This is a song about "Any"

Can barely walk the city streets

Attain it by any means

Lincoln just said that to save the nationthese are lies that we all accepted

I'm not gonna write any wack shit like any other rapper did

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Got a condo around my neck girl, i'm cashing out

Don't understand any of those words,

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

Never let the game play youand for the fame

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I know better, you wont find any.

I'll piss off any christian

Lord knows that four door fit eight women