This is a song about "Rapping without talent"

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Went from rapping about, what they rapping about

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

I can freestyle with more talent

And bijies like im out and

I am capable of rapping,

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

Talent just magically ignites fame overnight

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

You might say this is garbage but its talent

They could never understand

Handed down talent from the broke land

If you ain't got talent,

Get ya head bust