This is a song about "Chemistry"

And you certainly have no chemistry,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

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

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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

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

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest