This is a song about "New channel"

Call me a rebel i'm the new

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Babble at the things that your mind can channel

Be the ocean, where i unravel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special on the cable channel

She said that we could switch it up and you can sit where mama sits/

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

We always get baked, the concept isn't new

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

You probably jerkin off to the disney channel, duff

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

New targets when i see new faces

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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