This is a song about "Answer"

The jiggas and the tips

I never answer questions

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Hoes i need a condom for my toast

Don't be the problem be the answer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Don’t answer about your problems

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I know i don't matter, wont know the answer

Could prepare me for the answer

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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