This is a song about "Mayo chamber"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

I gotcha frozen in fear, only need one bullet in the chamber

I said ain’t nobody fuckin’ with my clique

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

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Complete stranger defeat chaser enter my chamber

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her

Aw fuck all this cuz of a poor sculpted gun chamber

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last