This is a song about "Answer"

That damier bag i bought her

But when i call i get no answer,

I'm the answer like four

The art of war

Hopin for an answer

Poke out from behind her

Raised by a momma who, who

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

They bringing me fish and chips

I never answer questions

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

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer