This is a song about "Chemistry"

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

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

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

This evil chemistry your the ministry

And i'm going to embalm my creativity

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

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

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass