This is a song about "Answer"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

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

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 decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I never answer questions

I was playing with guns

Hopin for an answer

My records sell, yes sir

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

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

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer