This is a song about "Agent chambers"

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

So that make you a queen, surviving anything

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop

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

Ore voir to the doubters, and a punt is every challenge

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

This is something different

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

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

Directed towards the agent

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

I'd never sell crack in the ghetto and don't load chambers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day