This is a song about "Josh chambers"

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Stops bein hyper, josh its time to act cool...

It all goes back to when i dropped outta school

Josh is underachievin, so how bout ya sing along

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

My name is josh and i don't like to pretend to be something i don't intend to be

B.i.g. said it; so i entertain like cedricstandin on the trunk roof top unit city

We deal with his shit, that's josh he just don't care,

You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair