This is a song about "Answer"

I never answer questions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

They say i'm too nice to be a rapper

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

As soon as i walk in the door

I'm the answer like four

Hopin for an answer

You know...you know who you are

Gold bottles, lot of bitches

Now would you kindly answer this

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

Swear i'm trying to get through

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

Don’t answer about your problems

And i need you to show me love