This is a song about "Rebecca chambers"

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

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

My all gold rolly or the

Livin life off love like rebecca

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I’m trifling, damn right ignorant

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

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

And i ain't never plan to be famous

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,