This is a song about "Chemical property"

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

Thieves and larceny, they rob your beads and bodily property, your apartment keys

And i don't blame you, cause game gets swang like it ain't shit

Im a property buyer, bitch i already marked it

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Enough to bring pain to citizens on public property

Picture me inside the misery of poverty

[c] can i concentrate on creatin' chemical connections you're cravin?

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

'coz i'm damaged property

I’m tryna be low key

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Ride slow around town, cruisin, buyin property

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Inject a chemical in weapons make em more incredible