This is a song about "Rebecca chambers"

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

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

Livin life off love like rebecca

My all gold rolly or the

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

You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

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

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

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

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love