This is a song about "Answer"

Then the stars don't even matter

But when i call i get no answer,

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter

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

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

I'm the answer like four

That's why you'll find her on the floor

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

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

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

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

Don’t answer about your problems

Good kids make bad grown ups