This is a song about "Gas chamber"

She's the third this week and i haven't stopped for gas

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Fuck you if you feelin' different

Through tracks, tombs, gas moons encircled

And me, cool & dre gettin' high like planes

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

Shout out to mid-majors, who forget what they major

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

The gun cocked i said show it,the chamber, open it,

O -line down my throat fast! like im pumpin gas!

Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass

And still got my nike boots

Make him inhale the gas fumes