This is a song about "Combination in chemistry"

And stabbing this ice cube look-a-like to show you a nigga with attitude

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

Give me the key or the combination

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

What up girl, tell me how you been

Give me the key or the combination

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

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

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

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

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Taskforce reporting in

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry