This is a song about "Any"

Who cant get any broker

My records sell, yes sir

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Don't understand any of those words,

I don't wanna lose any fight

But we having sex tonight

I'll piss off any christian

Just to match the grind with precision

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

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

Magic city, everything kosher

His reputation can't get any lower

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round