This is a song about "Chamber"

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

I gripped it and slowly pulled the trigger but the chamber isn't steaming

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes