This is a song about "Mrs chambers"

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

Now its 98 on ur pussy mate!,fck ya 2 shots i just shot u 2 hate!,

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

Secret missives to the mrs

I'm in love with your business

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

This is just an indication that we still working

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