This is a song about "Chemistry"

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Dc, man over money

You find good chemistry.

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

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

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

New love is so beautiful. time just makes it ugly

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

And you certainly have no chemistry,