This is a song about "Chemistry"

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

You find good chemistry.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

I'm #dreadfully a legacy when i'm doing this chemistry.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

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

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

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

And you certainly have no chemistry,