This is a song about "Any"

I know better, you wont find any.

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Maybe you could fool any jerk

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Slumdog far apart any sub par

I guzzle up at the bar

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Any resistance im grabbing my putter

I'm not taking any chances

My nigga, its all love

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Condoms, or any sort of protection

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

It could possibly get any better

And the moon looking beautiful as ever