This is a song about "Answer"

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But when i call i get no answer,

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

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

Army stance, ready for war

I'm the answer like four

Go to school today, tomorrow, the day after

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Spent a long time coming up this road

Here's the answer and the antidote:

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Huh, i can't interpret her

In my life that i couldn't answer