This is a song about "Chemistry"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

You find good chemistry.

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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