This is a song about "I got talent"

I can freestyle with more talent

Clap two times if you drunk

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

They hide our talent

I got the talent never slacking, in this deal

I just had to ask, tell me if it's real

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

It makes me unresponsive, talent squanderin'

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Of course i have talent

You're uncool like my mother kin

Who's talent went to remission

Get ya head bust

Despite all his talent,

Parkside's got it all covered the talent the business side its all here

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal