This is a song about "Answer"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

Millions of questions inside my head but i found no answer,

But you died of cancer. sometimes i call you, hoping you'll answer.

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

I'm the answer like four

Keep coming back for more

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But when i call i get no answer,

Hopin for an answer

That don’t mean i’ma stunt her

I know i don't matter, wont know the answer

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer