This is a song about "Answer"

Now would you kindly answer this

So it's nothing to finish

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

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

I never answer questions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Again the questions i cannot answer,

That's a t-rex in a v-neck for the rapture

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for