This is a song about "My youtube channel"

Youtube and listening to music at full blast

Celebrate the very day that she get past

I must go like fly route

Do you, not youtube

When i was little i used to get so hungry i would throw fits

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

Kids, they find it an outlet and need to channel their anger,

Not even on the distance factor chicks who pick the rapper

Fuck weakness, if my body can't i channel psychokinesis

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Got my head in my hands.

You probably jerkin off to the disney channel, duff

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure