This is a song about "Chambers"

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

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

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes