This is a song about "Answer"

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Don't be the problem be the answer

The ice ain't really nothing to her

In my life that i couldn't answer

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Here's the answer and the antidote:

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

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

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

Again the questions i cannot answer,

Of impactful things one can ask for

Pop, pop bottles on all these bitches

Now would you kindly answer this