This is a song about "Answer"

To soho, baby milo so dope

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Don’t answer about your problems

But i guess that shit's just tough love

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

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

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

But when i call i get no answer,

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

Could prepare me for the answer

Or something that you paid for

Hopin for an answer

I said i'm hurting her

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Now would you kindly answer this