This is a song about "O got talent"

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

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

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

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

Handed down talent from the broke land

You’re on neon lights in my bank

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Young but got talent other rappers are washed up off balance

They hide our talent

Attention is a must

We got the world's rarest talent, yessir we're #stacked

Celebrate the very day that she get past

Thought its h 2 o, got close to swal-lowing it

Put your whole goddamn career in a casket

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and