This is a song about "Chemistry formulae mass equations"

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

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

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

To divide and conquer like math equations

I got that mass appeal

If you're not really here

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bitches are only problems, no answer to these equations.

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

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

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist