This is a song about "Mrs chambers"

They wait on my return, i am az-zahir hakim

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

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

These prostitutes i'm lurin' to my chambers, they're a handy lot,

Secret missives to the mrs

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

To the god you praise, i'm about detonate, satisfy and educate

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

Together all the timethought it was true love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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