This is a song about "Answer"

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Now would you kindly answer this

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I never answer questions

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Hate the party scene but hardly means church is the answer

But when i call i get no answer,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Oh lord give me a purposeful answer