This is a song about "Answer"

She likes the way it hits her lips

I never answer questions

Then the stars don't even matter

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

Monster or man the answer is in itself,

You is not hip then i can not coach her

I know i don't matter, wont know the answer

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

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

Hopin for an answer

And i just want to hold her

Haha im twisted aint i incase ya waiting for an answer

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