This is a song about "The discovery channel"

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

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

I swear they think i'm crazy

They just can't channel me

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Has changed who do you want to channel for a rap battle goin all bob somebody

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Babble at the things that your mind can channel