This is a song about "Rebecca chambers"

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

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

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

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

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

Fuck you if you feelin' different

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Livin life off love like rebecca