This is a song about "Answer"

Here's the answer and the antidote:

They took her by the throat, we front in here for dope

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

Again the questions i cannot answer,

Yeah, right, get over here faster

Don’t answer about your problems

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

Just to let you know, you are

Could prepare me for the answer

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

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

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her