This is a song about "Answer"

It's really not an issue

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

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

And fiendin' for my mercedessuckers scatter

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

And then along came the wrong man for her

Again the questions i cannot answer,

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

The emergency room, gettin stitches

Now would you kindly answer this

You is not hip then i can not coach her

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