This is a song about "Born with the talent"

The talent show came, and i wrote a few lines

I be way out in cali, got hoes of all types

Leave you crippled and begging for the battering to be relieved

Any rapper with talent because skills are the worries of the least

This talent, i sever with it,

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

And the message of this letter was born

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

With the talent chosen you valid broken record holder

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

I'm the doctor you my nurse in a uniform

Its the life i was given, the day i was born