This is a song about "My chemical roman"

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

Since wale met me he only rode a benz or better

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

More or less, change is imminent

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

When spittin' lyrics as complex as chemical astronomy as part of me

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Chemical weapons in syria, i fuckin' hate them too,

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But thats ok i always could use some chemical assistance,