This is a song about "Organic chemistry"

Growing up in the industry where the evil chemistry

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

Chemically there is no recipe to restore chemistry

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Governments wanna limit these lines we spit with chemistry,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And you certainly have no chemistry,

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Now i ain't a chemist but yo mom and me got chemistry

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

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

And if it's in your possession then follow the directions my dude

Don't refute, or dilute, chemistry so trill make the president salute