This is a song about "Answer"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Don’t answer about your problems

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

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

Don't be the problem be the answer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

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

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

Ima go until my arm's sore

I'm the answer like four

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

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

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Here's the answer and the antidote: