This is a song about "Agent chambers"

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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

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

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

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

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

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

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

And the word most important

Directed towards the agent

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

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

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging