This is a song about "Answer"

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

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

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Could prepare me for the answer

So that don't even matter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Again the questions i cannot answer,

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Don’t answer about your problems

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

And then along came the wrong man for her

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

Monster or man the answer is in itself,

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says