This is a song about "Chemistry"

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

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Hopin' that my niggas see

You find good chemistry.

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

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped