This is a song about "The discovery channel"

Police discovery early the next day

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

The bigger the the fun

I'm caged up in state prison

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

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

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

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

Always biting his teeth, his outer lip was shrouded with countless slits

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

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

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between