This is a song about "Chambers"

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Lean like the side of the shoe on a giant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was