This is a song about "Chemistry is a strange feeling"

Pockets probably like fried food

Feeling useless as to a fruit

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Inside your mind is a strange flow,

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

This aint fake, nor a dream although it may seem strange an deranged,

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Do just feeling a little sad

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm on a strange mission

I know that love it could begin

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

Feeling colorless like a 20s picture

But rapper's from fulham get a strange reaction

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion