This is a song about "Chemistry"

This evil chemistry your the ministry

But five years from now i bet she see

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Now that ghetto system gets 'em trapped, they cookin' chemistry,

She's history, i wrecked with chemistry; technically we ain't the same class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Everybody watching while you touching real money

Now i ain't a chemist but yo mom and me got chemistry

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me