This is a song about "One in the chamber"

Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover

Dope in one artery and crack in the other

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

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

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

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

You are one in the flying herds

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,

You are one in the marathon

When you took my hand up so calm

While these thugs outside let the chamber push,

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Cross in one hand, smaller lingers in the other

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her