This is a song about "Answer"

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

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

But when i call i get no answer,

Hopin for an answer

Ya'll wife and white knight her

And that i spent the night with her

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

Here's the answer and the antidote:

My bitch more sophisticated cause she like to smoke

I'm the answer like four

Ima go until my arm's sore

Could prepare me for the answer

That damier bag i bought her