This is a song about "Agent chambers"

I'm like agent k, it's safe to say i'll waste you in a major way

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

Directed towards the agent

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

But got comma’s in my statement

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

You oughta see this, my modded sneaker is often three much

Like soldiers charging up the hills, and dropping agent orange,