This is a song about "Combination in chemistry"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Physical , emotional and mental abuse/ combination of those

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

And you certainly have no chemistry,

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

In a private jet while i'm walking in

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

See i walked in while she creeped in.

The combination of folly in our generation is high

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Give me the key or the combination

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

In every thought, in every word

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard