This is a song about "7th chamber"

I never use a fork i always spoon her

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

And on the 7th day, focus on seeing the light

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

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

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

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

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Stack in his hand trynna make that last