This is a song about "Eigth chamber"

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

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

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I need to be locked away in a chamber.

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Inside an auschwitz chamber, hydrogen cyanide infiltrates ya

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

If not i'm hoping that this letter could convey how i'm feeling

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

Gauges in each chamber facing no risk or danger, it begins to take

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her