This is a song about "Answer"

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

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

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

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

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Monster or man the answer is in itself,

Hopin for an answer

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

I never answer questions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Not even my favorite rapper

Don't be the problem be the answer

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

Hold up, loud packs like i got cancer

Again the questions i cannot answer,