This is a song about "Channel 7"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

My talent's erratic, i'll channel my malice at your whackest of habits

Got me rushed to the station

Against discrimination,

Theres 7 billion people,

Inhale my color purple

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Your false persona while i'm on ya baby's c "bbc" like the english channel

Babble at the things that your mind can channel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Big playmaker quarter back

She was wet off the bat

Hittin' prime time like channel 5 specials

Stack up your funds like a million bucks