This is a song about "Chemical bond chemical equation coefficient compound molecule conservation of mass reactant product subscript"

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

What you spit is sign of the coefficient of viscosity,

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

And i got a lot from pushing a lot of product

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Mass quantities of fags come from the wack colonies

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

The type of shit that causes mass confusion

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

The type of shit that causes mass confusion