This is a song about "Answer"

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

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

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

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Here's the answer and the antidote:

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

I never answer questions

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

Play you, for what? you gonna play yourself

Monster or man the answer is in itself,