This is a song about "Answer"

Will protect you even, if its not the right answer,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

And i hear em feeling my florida swagger

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

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

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

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

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Again the questions i cannot answer,