This is a song about "7th chamber"

I gripped it and slowly pulled the trigger but the chamber isn't steaming

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

I'm larry david, gimme my paper

I need to be locked away in a chamber.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

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

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

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for