This is a song about "Chemistry class"

Baby, you got that super bass

First out the gate last back to class,

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

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

Along with the whole class

I can barely wipe my ass

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

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

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,