This is a song about "Any"

When i'm working for certain, i'm hurting the game

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

It could possibly get any better

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Killing the competition, without any permission,

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Find inspiration through any know method

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

I'm not taking any chances

Down any thoughts of us

Wood chain with a jesus

Were barely any fair it seems,

I'm why baby mamas leave