This is a song about "Organic chemistry"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This evil chemistry your the ministry

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

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

At the same damn time, got these bitches poppin' monkey

And you certainly have no chemistry,

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

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

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Aint no surgery here girl all of this is organic, dont panic

You he'll never understand the chemistry between me

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city