This is a song about "Chambers"

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

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

Niggas getting flipped, i get them done for nothing

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

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

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

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