This is a song about "Chemistry"

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

You find good chemistry.

If you ain't about money

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

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

If you think you can spit then i am the fuckin' dentist

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist