This is a song about "I got talent"

And getting money is the song i sing

Wasting talent, packing to go tracking.

Who's talent went to remission

It's my fact y'all are fiction with diction

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

This talent, i sever with it,

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

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

I'm stealin' purses rapin' nurses i'm a crooked surgeon

It makes me unresponsive, talent squanderin'

So much talent got taken away

I swear i'm coming back one day

If you feel it, it must be real just

I can freestyle with more talent

That's why i shine like i does

No talent and tasteless