This is a song about "Mayo chamber"

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Any entertainer, i got a torture chamber

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Of better days when you ain't have to settle for whatever played

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

Life's riding on mayo, fatty kid you stay on,

Tats all on my arm, these hoes say i'm that bomb

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

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

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

I flash smiles at the mean looks