This is a song about "Chemistry"

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

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

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

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

You find good chemistry.

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

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