This is a song about "I got talent"

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

They hide our talent

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

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

So much talent got taken away

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

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

You'll skim my raps and just go past, but y'all give 420, great, and randy props,

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

I rap with talent like a fifty caliber barrett

This talent, i sever with it,

See i let my nigga split that

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

Talent just magically ignites fame overnight

Studio fifty four if we get the props right