This is a song about "7th chamber"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates

The gun cocked i said show it,the chamber, open it,

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Epic, they used to feed me detours

Gauges in each chamber facing no risk or danger, it begins to take

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper