This is a song about "Asking god for an answer"

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

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

Could prepare me for the answer

How the fuck a deal matter

Hope he survives it i'm waiting for the answer

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

High outer space no atlas got a lot of bait

An answer i evade, a fear to fade

I just want an answer, am i really like cancer?

I get it crackin' like the lips of a nigger, actor

You keep asking for forgivness, even though you wrong

Send him the voicemail cause we all the way gone

And now timmy's on the dirty floor asking for change

Iverson was cool, but i supported victor page