This is a song about "Chemistry formulae mass equations"

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

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

Mass increases, attracting light,

And if i want to go outside

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Now that ghetto system gets 'em trapped, they cookin' chemistry,

My rhymes like a mass distraction weapon

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Work equations like einstein, my design is outrageous,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude