This is a song about "Hydrogen bond"

Motherfucker i'm hydrogen,

If you wanted a date, don't come

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Show you my gold middle finger; james bond visiting

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.