This is a song about "Mrs chambers"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

They still think im delusional, sick and mrs sheesh cant heal me

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Only thing he has is his music, pac in his ear telling him "they finna hate"

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Are much important i'm getting angrier while recording

A thug on drugs, a gangsta, load the chambers, it's rodney king,

Secret missives to the mrs

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,