This is a song about "Answer"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

Could prepare me for the answer

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

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

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Hopin for an answer

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

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

Now would you kindly answer this

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Nigga don't give a fuck, that's that wolf gang swagger

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer