This is a song about "Answer"

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

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

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

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

She should have invited her

Could prepare me for the answer

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Then the stars don't even matter

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer