This is a song about "Ib biology"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Into a world of beautiful theories and natrual science

These acoustic threads are like academic science

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

Now that ghetto system gets 'em trapped, they cookin' chemistry,

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

I con science, an icon to my alliance

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

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

No such thing as sympathy, more money my remedy

Tripping on the same shit that made physics spin

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Quite gifted, ambitions of life living,

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing