This is a song about "Chemistry class"

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

So much class, double d’s and ass

On a whole different class

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

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I walk down the hallway to my class

Baby, you got that super bass

Fell asleep in first class

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

When you let that nigga grab your naked ass