This is a song about "Answer"

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

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

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

I'm the answer like four

Not one j got a pair or more

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Don’t answer about your problems

What she wants on 25th because i'm chillin' with prancer

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

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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