This is a song about "Answer"

Then the stars don't even matter

Could prepare me for the answer

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

In my life that i couldn't answer

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

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

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