This is a song about "Organic chemistry"

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Using chemistry and charisma to accomplish most of this

And you certainly have no chemistry,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

This evil chemistry your the ministry

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

My chemistry with my art is a wise chemist

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest

You already are caged

Organic chem got me dazed/

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

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

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

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