This is a song about "Rules to naming ionic and covalant chemical compounds"

So you can ask black thought if i know my roots

And the principal asks why we cant follow the rules

Sometimes it ain't what's up, sometimes you play the fool

Who wiled out to break the rules, sprayed a tool, and hated school,

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

I don't play by your rules, and my ones are few

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

And it's so damn cool, to try and break rules,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

Left hand staggerin' on her muthafuckin' breast

Rules you cant comprehend, pretend to be content

My god rules the day and night

Time ain't on her side

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Chemical imbalance, apparatus to my madness