This is a song about "Chromatography"

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

Everybody watching while you touching real money

You find good chemistry.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

The combination of folly in our generation is high

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

And you certainly have no chemistry,

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips