This is a song about "Any"

I know better, you wont find any.

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

To add to the list of beverly hills victims

Go the distance without any assistance

It could possibly get any better

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

His reputation can't get any lower

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Maybe you could fool any jerk

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Ass shots in her seven jeans

Attain it by any means