This is a song about "Bria chambers"

I summed it up in a verse my kelly rowland's waiting

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

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

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

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Okay, so play d, know what i mean