This is a song about "Rapping without talent"

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

But me and kevin know that this talent is just a blessing

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Or the dreams she has for her and new found talent

You have no talent, why did you even start rapping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And bijies like im out and

I can freestyle with more talent

So dunn stay silent

Despite all his talent,

Everybody is born with a talent but yours seems to be invalid

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

This talent, i sever with it,

Yeah, rack, rack city shit