This is a song about "Answer"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

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

Don't be the problem be the answer

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

Can you answer back, answer back

The third one is mixed, white and black

Yeah i'm gon' leave with her

In my life that i couldn't answer

But when i call i get no answer,

So that don't even matter