This is a song about "Chemistry"

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

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

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

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

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

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

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

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

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,