This is a song about "I got talent"

They hide our talent

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

I can freestyle with more talent

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

Opera man, you must be a phantom, 'cause i can't find any talent in your lines.

You got fired i got promoted

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

The talent show came, and i wrote a few lines

Stuntin' in some other jordan nines

So yeah , i do what i do. / i don't got nothing to lose/ these harrsing cops

I confess i never got my talent from the bottom of a cereal box,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I got more talent in this crumpled up paper than in your body