This is a song about "Bria chambers"

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

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

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

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

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

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