This is a song about "Answer"

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

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

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

Haha im twisted aint i incase ya waiting for an answer

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

The third one is mixed, white and black

Can you answer back, answer back

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

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

And panned out, i'm all in love

Don’t answer about your problems

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

Here's the answer and the antidote: