This is a song about "Your channel"

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

Leave your running to your mamma,

Lucky seven probably poppa

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I live my life in tha fast lane

Your family, your friends,

To increase my ends

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Babble at the things that your mind can channel

And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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