This is a song about "Answer"

Hopin for an answer

Or something that you paid for

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

But when i call i get no answer,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

I sent god the message now im waiting for the answer

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

Greetings says chandler. bitch you better answer.

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Will protect you even, if its not the right answer,