This is a song about "Answer"

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

Here's the answer and the antidote:

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

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

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

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

Hopin for an answer

But shawty know i'm a rapper

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

I never answer questions

Now, nigga, it’s the prince