This is a song about "My chemical roma"

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

So lets get drunk on it's chemical burns

When they twist and talk with they fingers

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Now you spell iti say young money bitch forever

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,

Irreverent i'm supernatural a new chemical element,

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My streaks my testament.

[c] can i concentrate on creatin' chemical connections you're cravin?

And everything on tv just a figment of imagination