This is a song about "Rebecca chambers"

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

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

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

Can't let the government tell me how my future looking

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

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

Livin life off love like rebecca

Cause 2012 might not be a fucking legend

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

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

Straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains

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

I refuse to be another being on this earth