This is a song about "Chambers"

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

I got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains

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

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

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

She got me caught up in the moment

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,