This is a song about "Chemistry"

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

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

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

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

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

I just want somebody i can see

And you certainly have no chemistry,