This is a song about "Chemistry"

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

You find good chemistry.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

This evil chemistry your the ministry

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

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

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

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

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money