This is a song about "Agent chambers"

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

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

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

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

Directed towards the agent

Off jump boo, cudi give you funk

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Mama always told me i’d be famous

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

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