This is a song about "Answer"

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

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

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

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

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

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

Don’t answer about your problems

See boy she been in love

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

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after