This is a song about "I got talent"

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Talent just magically ignites fame overnight

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

Mic in my handi run like marion barberyou haters on the sidelines

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

Your in the era of talent that i founded

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

The talent show came, and i wrote a few lines

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

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing