This is a song about "Andy chambers"

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

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

You couldn't live your life for the moment

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

All because she said no to homecoming, demons running

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

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

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

Insane, crazy, the only girl that can make time then make me stop