This is a song about "Ammo in the chamber"

Take cee around town as if everything cheap

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Like damn mama the reason i work hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Just like some niggas say they got bullets my hands are ammo

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

In the country , in the villages , in the earth and universe

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts