This is a song about "Any"

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

You say my love was gonna work from a upper

It could possibly get any better

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Defiance to any higher presence,

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

And to be honest i don’t know what niggas talkin bout

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Who cant get any broker

I know better, you wont find any.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

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

I done lost too many homies to this motherfuckin' game