This is a song about "Any"

My name lenny, you don't get any

And now me, you can call me mr. friendly

Killing the competition, without any permission,

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

On they twitter writing novels, see

Oh wait thats right you don't have any

And she throws up whatever she eats

Were barely any fair it seems,

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

It could possibly get any better