This is a song about "Chemistry"

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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

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

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

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

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

This evil chemistry your the ministry

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

I am only a man and i don't know what to think

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry