This is a song about "Answer"

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

And served it to the public on a silver platter

I'm the answer like four

You see i gotta go to war

And that i spent the night with her

But when i call i get no answer,

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

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

In my life that i couldn't answer

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Again the questions i cannot answer,

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

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