This is a song about "One in the chamber"

I gripped it and slowly pulled the trigger but the chamber isn't steaming

I fly em, i’m outta reachcause denim is everything

The winner in the end is the one you feed.

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Big black diamond, bigger than a black razor

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

No one in the world understands

I'm popping rubber bands

You are one in the flying herds

The birds i knew flip birds

I need to be locked away in a chamber.

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The gun cocked i said show it,the chamber, open it,

Pete wilson trying to see us all broke, i'm on some bullshit

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber