This is a song about "Polymerase chain reaction"

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

But everything has an equal and opposite reaction

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

Too many slain, my people bound to a chain

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

When my crimes causes such a reaction

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

Distraction, fist 'bout to smash the wall after the public reaction