This is a song about "Andy chambers"

Over there are the torture chambers, floors filled with brains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

I come outta battles un-damaged with more wholes in wars than andy got,

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

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

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

We go skate, rape sluts and eat donuts from randy

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

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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