This is a song about "Andy chambers"

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

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

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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