This is a song about "We got the answers"

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Police can't even find the answers to some cases

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Like writing the answers to the universe in the underwater sand.

But we got off on the wrong foot

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

We got the lyrics, we get the dissing, 'n we killed them bitches

Scantron, and i got the answers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Everybody know me like the contra code for extra men

I got a list, and it's full of answers, and since i can't sing...well then...

But damn,i just wanna know the answers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,