This is a song about "Rebecca chambers"

Livin life off love like rebecca

I try to tell them i'm one of the

With gas chambers, guards with cannons and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

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

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

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Load the chambers, claiming 'round a million stages,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

But, who is to blame when we let them in on everything

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

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

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

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes