This is a song about "Chemistry"

And you certainly have no chemistry,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

You find good chemistry.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

Better keep that ho on a leash don't make your only

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

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