This is a song about "Bria chambers"

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

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

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent