This is a song about "Answer"

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Could prepare me for the answer

But when i call i get no answer,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Twista finna get up on the track

Can you answer back, answer back

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Ma answer is simply fuck u,

What preceded was the clue

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.

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

Synthesizer, i'm the mothafucking master

I searched and i searched but i never found the answer

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her