This is a song about "Tina chaplin"

And squeeze automatics after they fill the chamber,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

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

So step inside my chamber aimed for pearly gates

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Anyway now that your in my torture chamber

Maybe if i shove some butter in the chamber

Regardless to all them, i appease her

If it's wet enough i might just need a wine glass

Enter my gas chamber, ya gangsta, my ass

Hey lil momma, what's your name, i'm wale but they call me great

Gauges in each chamber facing no risk or danger, it begins to take

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

I gripped it and slowly pulled the trigger but the chamber isn't steaming

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Two grams in the chamber sure to make a widow weep,