This is a song about "Answer"

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

And if you think your grade is a its the wrong answer

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

Keep coming back for more

I'm the answer like four

Don’t answer about your problems

That's why i shine like i does