This is a song about "Chemistry"

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

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

This evil chemistry your the ministry

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

First one to spot you and i ain't telling nobody

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

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

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

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

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky