This is a song about "Bria chambers"

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

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

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

The bitches is everything in between

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

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Still they wonder how i seem so confident