This is a song about "Mrs chambers"

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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

Cooking in a laboratory, hoping i can tell a story

Its easy on tv make them believe what they be seeing

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

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,