This is a song about "Combination in chemistry"

Give me the key or the combination

They can't break my concentration

And you certainly have no chemistry,

But five years from now i bet she see

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

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

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Taskforce reporting in

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

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