This is a song about "Agent chambers"

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Directed towards the agent

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

The bitches is everything in between

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

This is something different

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

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

Re-locate to a spaceship, orange the name of my agent

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust