This is a song about "Answer"

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

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

Hopin for an answer

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Now would you kindly answer this

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

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

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Don’t answer about your problems

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through