This is a song about "Chemistry class"

But i let off everything i have

I walk down the hallway to my class

Bring your pen and your weed stash

And you just want to get to class

Rolling while im blowing this stash

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

With the dickerson mask would be getting in the ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

Cause you're most likely to crash

On a whole different class

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Catch me rolling with kelly or at the hilton with paris

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this